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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307202,1341 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

It's no ball, but it is a party

Blaise held three heavy envelopes in his hand. He was instructed to hand deliver them as soon as possible, or his nonna claimed she would never feed him again. It was an empty threat, but he wasn't about to chance it.

He opened the door to Draco's rooms. "Everyone decent?"

"Rarely if ever," Draco replied. "You looking for Hannah? I understand she's doing her defensive training with one of the watchers and a few slayers. She has it in her head that she needs to be able to fight."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "I'm looking for her and you." He held up the envelopes. "It's that time of year again, when one of my cousins brings another screaming child into the world and the whole family gets to celebrate it."

Draco grinned as he opened the thick envelope. "Excellent. Pevensie tells me she's invited to this? I do believe she's out in the garden with Strange Alice and muttboy."

"You're just happy because you'll be wined and dined until all hours," he muttered as he started towards the door. "Well? Come on, I'm not tracking down your slayer without you. You can read and walk at the same time."

Draco was still grinning as he read. "You've been here dozens upon dozens of times. Willow gave you a tour, did she not? You still don't know where the garden and the training room are? Also, I heard you and MacDougal made up kind of. It isn't like she's going to pop out a punch your face again."

Blaise used the two invitations to smack Draco in the arm. "Just shut up. I know where the garden and training rooms are, but that doesn't mean I like walking about by myself with dozens of girls after me."

Every time he came here, he had Mr. Giles' threat in his mind. While he didn't think he was that much of a problem, he certainly didn't want trouble.

Draco chuckled. "How's that work anyhow? You and MacDougal. You can't stand one another but you keep coming to her aid and she threatens Nott to heal you? I don't get it. What is she? One of us?"

"Hell if I know. Things with Magpie are... strange and unusual. Unprecedented. What would you do in my place?"

"I'm a serial monogamist. I would never be in your place. But I suppose I'd just go with it. If you ever got into trouble, it wouldn't hurt to have a bird who could tear someone in half with her bare hands on your side." Draco looked up as they walked into the garden. "Oh bloody hell."

Pevensie and Rowan were wrestling in the grass while Alice tried to separate them.

"Do they ever stop?" Blaise asked then cocked his head. "If I were you I'd be worried. I often wrestled like that with girls, but we were usually in bed."

Draco glared at him, shoving his invitation into Blaise's hands, before rushing off to separate them - only to be sucked into the fray. It was several minutes before they realized their two had turned to three. It was mainly Draco's use of most of the swear words in the English vocabulary that got Rowan's and Pevensie's attention.

"Malfoy, I'm so sorry," Rowan said, helping him up.

Draco thought about what Blaise had said about wrestling in bed. Rowan was too old for Pevensie. He was eighteen. She had just turned fifteen. In a few years, the age difference would not matter, but at this age it did. Draco pointed.

"Get back to the greenhouses. Willow doesn't pay you to roll about on the grass with my slayer. And wrestling had better be the only thing you're thinking about. Otherwise, come the next full moon, I'll shove a silver blade right through your heart."

Rowan looked alarmed before he took off in a hurry.

"You fucking suck so hard right now," Pevensie snapped.

"I'm going to go inside," Alice said with wide eyes. "Because I have to... well, there's bound to be something. Okay. Bye."

She ran off.

Draco glared. "Don't you speak to me like that."

"Way to embarrass me, Dad. You're not my father, Draco. Rowan doesn't even think I have girl parts, okay. We're just... we're just messing around. I don't even like him like that. He's just someone who's stronger than average, so I can test my skills against him. Now he won't even want to be near me, so thanks for that."

Blaise snorted. "Oh please. He knows you have girl parts. And he's just as excited because you're stronger than normal and he doesn't have to hold back. It's more than messing around."

"No," Pevensie said, shaking her head. "That's not it at all. Well, maybe the strong part, but he's not... he can't be. I don't like him. Boys don't like me. I'm weird and stuff, and now that I have super strength? Definite kill on the social calender. I don't like boys anyhow. I like men. Well, one man."

Draco sighed loudly. When was she going to grow out of this Marcus thing?

Blaise's eyebrow went up. "And that half-pint isn't the younger version of Flint? I'm sorry, isn't he a killing machine three nights a month?"

Pevensie just frowned at Blaise.

Draco poked him in the arm. "What are you doing?"

"Ow! What? Who would you rather have her crushing on? Flint or the half-pint? I'm trying to help you." Blaise made a face at Draco and handed Pevensie her letter. "Here."

"I'd rather not have her crushing on anyone, but the mutt is just as bad. He might look back."

Pevensie was distracted by the envelope. She tore it open. "Oooo. A Party."

"It's a naming party to be precise. When a baby is born into the family we all get together and celebrate. We'll be doing another one in seven months." Blaise groaned. "I'm the only one over the age of twenty not married and popping out kids. I think my grandfather is going to hex me one of these days."

"You could fix that, you know," Pevensie said, not looking up from the invitation. "I bet Hannah would take care of that for you. It doesn't look like she thinks sex with you is just terrible. Plus, she likes puppies and kitties. I think anyone like that probably likes babies too."

Blaise made a face. "I guess it would be stupid to ask if you were coming. Nonna said she'd prepare extra food for you both since you're too skinny."

Pevensie looked at Draco. "This does not count as the visit you owe me."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Is that one for Hannah? She's in the training room with Dobbin. Her workout clothes are pink."

"Why the hell am I not surprised?" he asked softly. "Yes it is. Now you two children make up while I go interrupt the pink wonder."

"You really don't think the mutt likes you?" Draco asked, hooking Pevensie's arm though his as they walked off.

"I really don't."

Blaise snorted. "Oh he really does," he said under his breath. As they walked off, invitations in hand, he went towards the training room so Hannah could receive hers. When he found her, his eyebrow went up. Pevensie hadn't been kidding when she said Hannah was wearing pink. He decided to watch her at it for a bit.

Hannah was breathing heavily. Dobbin did not take it easy on her. He never did, but he had been one of the ones there when her predecessor had been killed.

"Come on, Abbott. Or are you tired already?"

Hannah rushed him then squealed when Dobbin flipped her. She went sailing through the air and landed on her back on the mat with a groan.

Blaise snorted when Hannah went down. He'd been taken down by his cousin Serena plenty of times and knew the way she always won was by fighting dirty. He walked in and applauded loudly.

"That... was brilliant."

Hannah glared at him.

"Mind if I borrow your student?"

"Maybe I don't want to go anywhere with you because you laughed at my pain," Hannah snapped as Dobbin helped her up.

"She's actually getting better," Dobbin added.

He laughed again trying to imagine her being any worse. "I'm sorry, but it truly was funny."

Hannah bristled.

"Idiot," Draco muttered to himself.

"Do I have to watch this?" Pevensie asked.

"Go find Alice."

Pevensie kissed Draco's cheek and hurried off.

"Well I guess you two actual made up then, didn't you?" Blaise asked with a grin.

He turned to Hannah and waved the cream-colored envelope. "I have a present for you. To make up for the laughing."

"And you think a piece of paper will make up for you laughing at me?"

Dobbin pointed to the door. "I'll just be... somewhere else. See you in a few days, Han."

Draco folded his arms and leaned against the wall.

"Aren't you going to give them some privacy, Malfoy?" Dobbin asked.

"Not a chance."

Blaise didn't figure he would, but didn't address it. He kept holding the envelope out to Hannah. "Please take it?"

Hannah sighed and snatched the envelope from him. Her eyes widened when she read what was inside of it.

"Was this your idea, to invite me? Or did your nonna make you?"

Blaise shook his head. "I don't decide who attends or who gets to bring guests. My grandfather does."

"Well, I don't know him, so I suppose he might have been talked into it. Do you want me to go? I would love to. I'm honored, but I won't go if you'll be uncomfortable."

He chuckled. "I'm going to be slightly uncomfortable whether you go or not, but if you would come, I would enjoy the night more. It's one of the very few times a year the whole family is gathered, and it can be overwhelming. I understand if you don't want to go."

And he meant that. Draco was used to his family, and was adopted into it, just as Pevensie would be, but they would hone in on Hannah as a potential girlfriend like sharks when blood entered water. In a way, he was slightly nervous for her, but he wasn't going to say that.

"Why wouldn't I want to? I like people. I like your nonna. You think I can't handle it," Hannah said, advancing on him. "You think I'll buckle when they start asking me if I'm your girlfriend and how long before we get married and what our kids will be named? Ha! I've staked vampires. I think I can handle a family gathering, Blaise Callisto Zabini. I'm going to my office to RSVP right now."

Draco started laughing.

Blaise blinked as she started to push past him. "What the fuck just happened?"

"She agreed to go with you. She thinks you think she can't handle it," Draco said. "I think she's got your kids' names picked out."

Hannah stopped with a gasp. "I do not, Draco Malfoy. You take that back."

She had maybe thought about it, once or twice, but she had not made any decisions.

He looked between Hannah and Draco. She had defended herself just a bit too quickly. "And just how many children are we going to have?"

Hannah blinked. "We aren't. We aren't even... I mean... are we? Oh my god, did I miss it? Are we... and I missed it?"

Blaise looked at her strangely. "Was that English? Pick a sentence and finish it."

Draco was thinking maybe he shouldn't be here for this, but he'd be damned if he was leaving now. Not when things would be getting good.

"She was asking if she's your girlfriend and she missed it," Draco supplied.

Hannah was blinking in shock.

"What?" Blaise asked dumbly. "I... the children thing, it was... what?"

He then looked over at Draco. "And what the hell are you doing here? Private moment."

"Oh this is way too good," Draco said.

Hannah stomped over and grabbed her wand. She threw a hex a Draco's head. If he had not ducked, she'd have hit him.

"Get out."

Draco held up his hands and backed out.

Blaise groaned and put his hands over his face. He was just supposed to hand Hannah the invitation and leave. It wasn't supposed to be drawn out.

Then there was the fact that he'd never, ever asked a girl to be his girlfriend. He'd never had to. It was always assumed after a while. He'd never had to actually ask a girl, and damn it, he was nervous about the prospect.

Hannah looked at him with his hands over his face.

"Oh. I see. I'll just..."

She shook her head at herself and headed for the door, muttering under her breath how stupid she was. And she was stupid. Why on earth would he want to get tied down in any way?

"What?" he said loudly, followed by a laugh. It was either laugh or go mad at this point. "What the fuck is wrong now?"

"Nothing," Hannah said, trying to put on a brave face. "I just misunderstood something, is all. Don't worry about it. Shall I meet you for this family gathering or would you like to pick me up?"

He had no idea what just happened. "Of course I'm going to pick you up. You're my guest. I can't just have you show up at my grandparent's by yourself. Now what the hell just happened?"

"Your guest," Hannah replied, nodding and feeling like a world class idiot. "I understand now. Thank you for having me."

"Why did you just make it sound like being my guest was the more horrible thing in the world? If you don't want to go, just tell me. It'll be fine."

"No, I'm very honored you are willing to take me to a family function. I just misunderstood as what, is all. It's fine now. I understand. If you have other things you'd rather be doing, I should shower or something."

Or cry. She had known going in that this would happen, but in the back of her mind she had foolishly hoped she would be different from the masses.

And here was yet another time his mother had fucked him over with the rule of not talking about emotions in the house. He knew how to express anger and irritation, but he had no idea what to do afterward.

"You are upset, and I don't know what I did to make you upset," Blaise said, trying not to sound desperate. "I don't know what the hell I do to you to constantly make you run hot and cold."

This was her moment.

Did she lay it all out on the line and be crushed? Or did she tell him what was going on in her head and his light bulb suddenly went bright? Because he honestly seemed upset that she was upset.

For once she was going to be brave and take a risk. Like when she had staked that vampire and fallen on him. She'd been terrified, but she had been more terrified of losing him.

"I worry about how much I like you sometimes, and that maybe you don't think of me like I think of you. I am content with us as we are now, but I won't lie and say it makes me feel complete. I think there's more here, but I worry that you don't want it. And if all you want from me is sex, maybe you should tell me now and let me decide what to do with all these things inside of me and how crazy they make me when I get around you."

And now she was going to faint. Or possibly vomit.

Blaise really didn't know how to respond to that. It wasn't about the sex, because if it was, he would have left her months ago. And he certainly wasn't going to tell her that he really didn't know what else there was to have in a relationship because that's all he'd experienced.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, honestly puzzled. He'd never had to ask that of a woman before, but he was so lost.

"Just you," Hannah answered honestly. "But I don't know if I have that."

She knew this was his mother's fault. Hannah could feel it in her bones. That woman had raised him in poison, and now he didn't know how to have a proper relationship.

"What do you want from me, Blaise?"

"I have no fucking clue," he said, angry at himself. He wished Draco would come back and help lay this out for him, because while they both sucked in the romance department, Draco was better at helping Blaise along that he was for himself sometimes. "I don't know because I've never been around someone like you. You're a puzzle and I don't know how the pieces fit together and it's starting to piss me off. I don't like not knowing what the hell I'm supposed to do."

And Hannah now despised his mother.

"All right. Just calm down," she said moving close to him. "This is hard for you. I get that now. It's different. I understand. I've never liked someone like you either. I'm sorry I upset you. So maybe we just leave it like it is for now and not be in such a rush to label things. I'll try to stop being crazy, but I make not promises there because you really make me crazy sometimes."

Blaise scoffed. "Likewise."

He pulled her closer and quickly brought his lips to hers. It grounded him, and he probably crushed her because he was holding onto her too tight, but he didn't care.

Hannah decided to listen to his actions instead of his words. His actions spoke of care just now. He said she made him crazy. It was probably not healthy for her to like him saying that, but she did. She liked it very much.

He pulled away and had a strange look on his face. Hannah smiled. She vowed to be more understanding. She did not know if it would work, because like she said he made her absolutely crazy sometimes, but she would try. He didn't know regular people rules, so she needed to make allowances there.

Blaise put his forehead on hers. "I'll pick you up at four?"

"What should I wear? Maybe you should come over at three? You're much better at dressing me than I am." Hannah grinned. "Come to think of it, you undress me better than I undress myself too."

He chuckled and placed a few more kisses on her lips. "Three it is." Blaise shook his head. "This is why Slytherins hardly ever date outside our house. Those pesky emotions get in the way."

"Well, you might like it."
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