Blaise had a cool flannel over his head and he was sprawled out over one of the sofas. His headache would not go away, no matter how many pain relief potions he took. The idea of slamming his head into the nearest wall sounded good for a few moments, but when he sat up to do so, his head throbbed and he fell back to the sofa with a groan.

"Stupid women! That's it! I'm officially gay! I can't do it anymore! Women will be the death of me!" he shouted into his rooms, grateful Hannah wasn't around.

Draco leaned against the doorframe. "I'm still not having sex with you."

Blaise looked awful.

"Bloody effing hell, mate, what's wrong? You didn't... where's Hannah? What have you done? I swear to Salazar, Blaise..."

"Oh shut your yapping trap!" he growled. "Nothing's wrong with Hannah. She's downstairs baking or something." Blaise turned his head to glare at Draco. "And how come concern automatically goes to her? I have a fucking migraine, you pillock, and you're worried about my happy-go-lucky girlfriend. Thanks. Nothing says 'I care' like assuming I offed her." He put the cool cloth back onto his forehead.

"I didn't think you'd offed her. I thought you'd done something stupid again. Maybe told her to pack her bags after all. You know... something stupid." Draco stalked over and sat down next to him. "Migraine? Why? You usually only get those if you've seen your mother."

Draco started chuckled and stopped abruptly.

"Are you out of your mind? You saw your mother? Why? Why would you do that?"

He had been asking himself the same thing since he'd arrived home from Italy. "I don't know," he groaned. "I didn't have any sleep the night before! I was delusional, and it seemed like a good idea at the time."

"You know, no matter how much you try, you'll never be me."

Blaise glared.

"Hullo, I'm the one that does shit like that! I know you just said you were sleep-deprived, but next time think before you act, and yes, I fully realize the irony of my shouting that at you!"

Draco got up and started pacing.

"What did you say to her?"

He groaned and waved his arm feebly in Draco's direction. "No movement! Movement equals pain behind my eyes!" Blaise sighed. "I didn't tell her much. Just... about Hannah. And a bit about you. You know, just the usual conversation topics."

Draco folded his arms across his chest. "What - exactly - did you tell her about Hannah?"

Blaise wanted to roll over and die. "Just that she's my girlfriend, and that she lives here, and that I love her, and that she's a Muggleborn. You know. Everything," he said in nervous tone. "Want to kill me yet? I won't be offended if you do. Promise."

"All right, Calanthe. We'll just wait until the polyjuice wears off, and you can tell me where you hid the body."

"It's really me, you piss-ant!" Blaise shouted while he sat up, but wincing and leaning back down onto the couch. "She didn't kill me, although I thought she was going to pop over here and let Hannah know just what she thought about her dating me. She assured me she wasn't going to kill Hannah, but I'm really not sure. She sort-of drugged her man of the moment in front of me, and though she swear she didn't kill him, I'm doubting that too." He peered up at Draco. "Now do you want to kill me?"

"You're the stupidest person I have ever met. You just announced to a pit viper that there was fresh bunny meat here." Draco made a face. "When?"

Blaise didn't have to ask. "She told me a month at most, which means anytime from tomorrow to thirty days. Although there is a slightly bright spot in this whole ordeal." He managed to smirk up at Draco. "You'll be there right along with me."

"Oh yes. Thanks for that. I'll be here. Yes. Provided I'm not too busy with the mess Greg sort of dumped in my lap. "

Blaise was looking at him oddly.

"You know all that noise about his school? Apparently it's now my school. My name was on a few documents because I was planning on being a contributor. They can't find his assistant Montgomery, so they came looking for me. Apparently this little project has funding. Lots of funding. I'm really going to have to hire someone else to be the face. No one will want to send their kids to Former Death Eater Prep."

"Shit," Blaise groaned. "I completely forgot about all that. Any word on Trace yet?"

"The witch I spoke with at the Ministry said the Americans were being shirty, but that Madam LeGrot was working on it personally and that she was about to put one of her solicitors on the case. If we can just get the Yanks to let us have Trace back, it can be sorted here, but they're being stubborn. I'm half-tempted to go there myself and protest in front of the building. Magically handcuff myself to something. I've seen pictures of the muggles doing it. I can't rememeber if that one is called a love-in or a sit-in though."

Blaise started to laugh, but it made his head throb. "And then your mother will be after your pale arse. I don't think that's such a good idea. If the Minister is on it, then it'll get done. Don't create more problems. And yes, I realize that at the moment I'm the one being slightly hypocritical."

"Let's just try not to panic until there's something to panic about, yeah?"

"Too late."

{SUMMARY} Blaise's mum is coming for a visit. Draco takes the news well. *SNORT*