Actually Not Too Late
March 14, 2005 10:10 AM
Blaise winced as he pushed the door to Draco's bedroom open slowly, the creaking obscenely loud in the quietness of the morning. Behind him floated a full breakfast loaded with all of Draco's favorites, prepared especially for him by his step-mother, Giannina. She was the best cook following his grandmother, and had spent the most time around Draco out of his family. When he'd flooed her telling about his monumental fuck up, she just rolled her eyes and told him when to pick up his apology gift.
So he'd woken up too damn early, flooed to Italy, got the breakfast, and apparated back to the Council so he could present this to Draco and hopefully be forgiven for being an arse.
He set the breakfast down on a nearby dresser and slowly inched his way toward the bed. Draco had always been a bit twitchy in the morning, and Blaise wouldn't be surprised if he slept with his hand clenched on his wand under his pillow. Stripping of his shirt and stretching a bit, he slid into the bed on the side Draco wasn't occupying, a sly grin on his face.
"Wake up, Princess."
Draco groaned. He'd been out really late last night patrolling with Pevensie. "No."
Pevensie padded out of the bathroom with a yawn. She'd slept on Draco's couch last night because she'd been too tired to return to her room. She stopped when she saw Blaise in bed with her watcher.
"I so do not need to be seeing this."
Draco shot up with his wand pointed.
Pevensie put her hands over her eyes to shield them from the shirtless pale chest. "My eyes!"
Blaise couldn't help it. He completely collapsed onto the bed, laughing. Pevensie had sounded so traumatized, and she sounded much like Pansy had when she'd sneaked into the boy's dorms in their younger years and gotten eyeful of pale Draco. This was turning out to be one of the best apologies ever.
Draco grabbed a tee shirt and pulled it on. "I'm covered. Stop screeching." He looked at Blaise. "What are you doing in my bed?"
"That's what I'd like to know," Pevensie said. "Are you two gay? Not that I care so much, but I'd like to know. It would make a lot of sense."
Blaise chuckled and propped himself up on his elbow. "Hardly. Draco won't have me unless we're both too drunk to realize what we're doing." He nodded over to the breakfast on the dresser. "It's the beginning of my apology. Gia sends her regards and, once again, wants to remind you that I am an idiot who can't keep my mouth shut."
"Oooo," Pevensie said. "Food."
"Don't you dare!"
Pevensie sagged. "Can't I have a bite? I love food."
"I know. It's a wonder you don't weigh thirty stones with the way you eat. Bring it over. Let's see what we've got and listen to Blaise grovel."
Pevensie very happily picked the tray up.
"You know I didn't exactly plan on this being a spectator sport," Blaise said with a glare aimed at Draco. "You really want me to say sorry for my remarks that upset you so in front of your slayer? Promise you won't get upset?"
"Please don't make me leave," Pevensie begged.
Draco sighed as he looked at her. He happened to be what she considered her family. Draco nodded at Blaise.
Blaise really had to remind himself that he was here to apologize, not stir up more trouble. "Fine," he said, trying to control his grin. "I'm sorry for insinuating that you slept with my mother. Again. It happened a long time ago and I shouldn't have brought it up."
"You slept with his mom? Dude. That's so not cool."
"Shut up." Draco looked at Blaise. "No, you shouldn't have. Continue."
Damn. He had hoped that would have been enough. "And to show how sorry I am, I am prepared to give you one free favor, plus a week of meals courtesy of the family members I have to grovel to, explain the situation to, and wait as they glare disapprovingly before they agree. Nonna has already sent me a howler, and you should be getting your own letter explaining how I am a terrible grandson and how you are an angel for putting up with me. She wants you over for dinner again."
Blaise sighed. "Do I have to go on to option B as well?"
Pevensie was grinning as she stole a piece of toast from the tray. She liked her watcher and Blaise. She almost wished they were a couple. That would be cool.
"Let's hear it then."
He made a face. "I'll owe you two
favors. Plus, a getaway weekend for you and whoever you want to come with, wherever you want, on me. You get a week worth of freebie insults with no revenge from me. Also, if you'd like, you can have your own room at the Manor once I finally get mother and Ella out of there. That last bit isn't part of the apology, by the way. That's there regardless."
"Oh my god, can we go to Disneyland?"
Draco glared at Pevensie.
"I've never been."
"Maybe I want to take a woman?"
"What woman? You don't have a girlfriend. Unless you mean Buffy. Do you want to take Buffy away for a weekend?"
Draco still glared.
"Shall I book a romantic weekend in Paris for you and your soon to be girlfriend? Am I finally being replaced?" Blaise smirked. "I knew it. You only wanted me for my family's cooking. I'm nothing more than a pretty face and good arse to you. At least name the child after me. Blaise goes both ways you know." He stopped to laugh at his own joke.
"No. She's not my bloody girlfriend. No one's replacing anyone."
"If you really went both ways, we wouldn't have to worry about your being replaced," Pevensie said.
Blaise settled into the bed, still pretty tired, and snagged some sausage. "We're Slytherins. We are extremely jealous, possessive, and we don't play well with others. Why do you think Draco has such fits about Ella?"
"Because she's as hideous on the inside as she is pretty on the outside? And not to mention, totally unworthy of you?" Pevensie offered.
He stole a glance at Draco. His little slayer was doing a damn good impersonation of a Slytherin herself. "I'm flattered, but you're a bit too young for me. I don't like the little girls like Draco, which I'm not saying to insult you. I'm just poking fun at your poncy ways," Blaise quickly amended.
"Oh please. I think Hannah would fight me for you."
Draco started laughing as he grabbed a piece of bacon and nibbled on it. "Besides, tell him who you have a crush on. This is good. I can't wait to see the look on his face."
"He's nice to me. He doesn't treat me like I'm a gnat. And he's sort of... handsome."
"Oh vomit," Draco said.
"Don't tell me she's crushing on Longbottom," Blaise said making a face as he nicked the orange juice that had yet to be touched.
"I don't see what's so wrong with Marcus Flint."
Blaise spit orange juice all over Draco. He tried to get over his coughing fit quickly. "Tell me she didn't just say Marcus bloody Flint. How the hell did she meet him? She certainly didn't do it whenever we were in Knockturn."
Draco's hand shot out to backhand Blaise lightly. Almost of its own accord. "When in the hell, exactly, was she in Knockturn with you?"
"I wandered off," Pevensie said, quickly. "He was just dragging me back. Nothing to worry about."
She looked at Blaise, unsure why she was covering for him.
Blaise quickly slapped Draco upside the head. "Exactly, so watch it when you're abusing me, you git. It's not like I dragged her down there to Borgin and Burke's for some quality dark art education!"
Now, more than ever, he hoped his ability to lie was spot on. If Draco found out what he was doing in Knockturn and who he kept company with, his entrails would be scattered across England.
Draco looked from one to the other. They were both lying. He knew both of them better than anyone. His education of Blaise had been over time, but his education of Pevensie came because she was not good at hiding things.
He'd let them have their secret for now.
But he would also find out what was going on. Then he would hex people.
"Don't hit him," Pevensie said to Blaise.
He gave her an incredulous look. "He hit me first!" Blaise snapped. "Wanker."
"The next person that hits anybody gets hit by me. Can't we just have a nice breakfast? Blaise is sorry he hurt your feelings. It's like having two big brothers. I never had siblings before. I like it."
Draco grinned. She was growing on him like a fungus. He did like her. He was glad she was his slayer. Even though she was lying to him, he was glad she liked Blaise well enough to lie for him. Draco hadn't expected that. It was proof that she belonged right where she was.
Blaise groaned good-naturedly. "I have enough baby sisters to irritate the shit out me as is. Having one with a mouth like yours and the temper like Draco's is a recipe for disaster."
"It's as if we had a child," Draco said, jokingly.
"If either one of you were my dad, I'd just have to off myself."
Blaise broke out into laughter and had to roll over or kick the tray off the bed. "Oh Merlin, can you imagine Lucius finding out that she was your daughter? Or your mother?" He had to stop talking so he could laugh harder.
Draco glared. "That would mean I got someone pregnant when I was ten, you git. It's a more likely scenario for you, sir."
"You're just jealous that I knew what sex was when I was ten," Blaise said with a grin. "Besides, everyone knows if you knocked up a girl it'd be Greengrass. I heard Queenie is still trying to convince Narcissa her little darling is good enough for you. Is it true?"
"I haven't the slightest. I wonder if Queenie knows her little princess likes girls more than boys."
Pevensie was frowning. "Who are these people? Well, I mean I think I kinow, but explain."
Draco sighed. "My mother, Blaise's and a woman named Queenie, yes that's her real name, Greengrass are friends. Queenie has two daughters. She wanted one for me and one for Blaise. Just ask him about Daphne."
Blaise's smile disappeared instantly. "Or let's not. Can you imagine the two of us married? We'd kill each other! If I never have to see that bitch again, I'll be happy. I mean, that
Greengrass? Why her? What did Queenie and my mother think when they shoved us together? The other one I could half stand. It's not fair she got shoved at you."
"Have you seen Astoria lately, Blaise? Daphne is the less scary Greengrass now."
He snorted. "Bullshit. You didn't have to dance with Daphne. I'm surprised I can still walk."
"Fine then. I call them over for tea and you can let little Tori read your palms."
Pevensie made a face. "She's a palm reader?"
"She's a damned Seer. And she's all oh you're gonna have three kids, blah blah blah
Blaise's eyes widened. "You're going to have three kids? She must really suck as a Seer, then."
"That was an example," Draco said. "She lives in Stygion. She's part of the coven that helped Willow."
Blaise suppressed a shiver. "Seers are a little out there for my tastes. I swear Trelawney stared at my arse more than her crystal ball."
"I think it would be cool to know what was going to happen before it happened," Pevensie said.
She was trying to put a positive spin on things because Astoria greengrass was her competition for Marcus.
Draco glared at her.
"I need choclate milk. You want?"
"You'll have to go down to the big kitchen. You drank all of mine."
Pevensie rolled off the bed and hurried out the door. Draco shook his head.
"I don't need kids. I have one."
"Have fun with that. Always knew you'd be the single mother living at home. I'm more than content with oodles of relatives to look after. I've got babysitting duty coming up too." Blaise groaned and leaned back on the bed. "But you've done well with her. I take back my earlier statement-you're doing good here."
Draco started choking.
"What," he rasped. "Beg pardon?"
His eyebrow went up and he pounded Draco on the back. "What are you having a fit about?"
"Did you just tell me that I was doing good here? Have I slipped into an alternate reality?"
Blaise sighed. "That's also part of the apology. The howler nonna sent specifically said I needed to stop being such a bastard about your work and accept the fact that you're doing good work, although even though she thinks I'm jealous, I'm not. I like
having no responsibility."
"Nonna's proud of me?" Draco asked.
Funny how that mattered more than he had suspected it would.
"Keeps telling me to follow your example and get a job for myself or at least get rid of my mother and Ella, get a nice girl, and give her another bundle of babies."
"I love your grandmother. Like a lot. If I were sixty years older, she'd be in trouble. Very smart woman. I have to say I agree. Dump your mother and the bitch, and find a nice girl. Or have you already?"
Blaise glared at him. "I don't know what you're getting at." He picked at the comforter. "Besides, Ella and I are still owling. She said she'd move out of the Manor, but we'll probably get back together. No one else is all that appealing."
Draco grabbed the linen napkin off of the breakfast tray and started hitting Blaise with it.
"You moron! You utter prat!"
"Oi!" He held up his hands to fend off the attacks and eventually pulled a pillow in front of him. "Bugger off! What are you attacking me for?!"
"You're an idiot," Draco said through his teeth. "Did you know she alternated between walking about crying and shouting at me the entire time you were gone? As if I'd run you off?"
"Abbott, you idiot."
"Well good for her!" Blaise snapped, irritated at the turn in conversation. "She gets an award for being the hypocrite of the year! We've snogged half a dozen times and she keeps telling me she'll never be with me! I've tried because, hello! I'm me! She shoots me down every time!"
"Because you had a girlfriend," Draco said slowly. "She doesn't cheat. She's been cheated on. She would never do that to another woman. Even if she hated her, and now that the one obstacle you had in your way is gone, you're going to put it back? You're an idiot."
Blaise narrowed his eyes. "Oh really? Are you now the expert on what the female gender knows, wants, and feels? I find it very hard to believe that she shares her intimate feelings with you
, you wanker."
"She doesn't, but she does talk to a lot of the slayers around here. Girls talk, you know, and sometimes they don't notice who's standing near them when they talk. All of them comment on it - how into you she is."
He got a very, very
bad idea in his head. Then he had yet another bad idea. Blaise wondered which Hannah would appreciate more--the sudden snog of the century the first time he saw her after this or the slow, subtle seduction. The second would be more fun in the long run.
Slowly, he smirked and leaned on the pillow he'd used to defend himself. Perhaps he could use his newfound friendship with Pevensie and his flirtation with Willow to get specific details. "She's into me, is she?"
Draco glared. "I know that look. She can't be another notch. I have to work with this woman, and I don't want to put up with her pitiful looks when you ditch her. Not to mention the broken bones you'd have. Half the slayers like her, and Willow considers her a friend."
"I'll have you know that I have been in a very long relationship spanning years. I know how to keep a woman around after we shag." Blaise smirked as he started to plan out the things he could do to help along his case. Living with her helped. He had a feeling he would be wearing much less clothing than normal. "Besides, you've made it plenty clear that you're firmly here, and I want to visit. I don't want a clingy ex begging me to take her back."
"She's a nice girl. You sure about this? You sure you don't just want her to see if you can get her?"
Draco had never said anything of the sort to Blaise before. Bu he was like Nonna. He'd like to see Blaise with a nice girl for a change, and while Abbott was not his gup of tea, he did like her. He could tolerate her. She wasn't useless.
He stood, stretched and pulled his shirt back on with smirk. "I guess we'll see won't we? Now, if you excuse me, I have breakfast in stasis back at Abbott's. Gia had the notion that since I was shacking up in her guest room I should pay her back somehow."
"Blaise," Draco said in a warning tone.
"What?" he asked innocently, or as innocently as he could. "I'm just going to deliver her breakfast. She'll like that, won't she?"
Blaise waved over his shoulder as he headed out of Draco's rooms. "Don't eat it all! You'll get sick!"
Pevensie passed Blaise as she came back in with a whole liter bottle of chocolate milk. "He looked chipper. Should we worry?"