Draco was pacing the Green Room and waiting. If he had to go looking for Blaise, there would be hell to pay. He'd been going to the market in Ottery St Catchpole himself - Molly's idea. Draco was getting to know the neighbors. Well, the neighbors liked to freaking gossip. He'd heard a few things this morning, so he had owled Blaise telling him to get his arse over to Catter's End.

Now Draco was waiting.

Blaise first thought when he got the owl was that something was seriously wrong. He wondered why Draco had used some other form of communication to reach him, but he was just focused on getting to Catter's End.

After apparating to the front yard, he ran through the door.

"Draco? Where are you?"

Draco stalked out of the sitting room and slapped him.

"Were you even going to tell me? I have to hear this from the ladies at the market. I can't believe you, you bastard."

He stalked back into the sitting room leaving Blaise to follow.

Blaise stood in the foyer in shock, his jaw open and slightly tingly. Once he had shaken his head to clear it a bit, he followed Draco. "Okay, one, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, and two, I can't believe you just slapped me like a little bitch."

"Oh shut it," Draco snapped. "I didn't want to hurt you. I just wanted to make sure I had your attention. I can't believe I have to hear from the town gossips that I am going to be an uncle."

Blaise stared in confusion. "What the hell? Pansy's pregnant? And you think I'd know first?"

"What the fuck is the matter with you," Draco shouted, wanting to slap him again. "Pansy's not pregnant! Hannah is!"

Draco picked up one of the throw pillows from the sofa and hurled it Blaise's head.

"You couldn't TELL me this? I'm supposed to be your best mate! I know about you and the spankings! I can't know about this? I have to hear it from the old bags down at the market. Bastard!"

Blaise ducked the pillow and just stared at his panting best friend with a grin on his face.

"Draco, I'm going to tell you something, and I really want you to listen."

He continued to grin at the glaring Draco.

"Hannah isn't pregnant, unless you'd like to argue with your own girlfriend about the results of the test. Don't you think I'd be freaking out if she was? And what the hell are you talking about hearing it from? Since when do you go to the market?"

"I'm getting to know my neighbors. One of them likes to eat lunch at the Happy Hearth. She said you and Hannah had a big row about not having sex anymore because she's pregnant." Draco paused. "She's not? I don't get to be Uncle Draco?"

The disappointment was obvious in his voice.

Blaise tossed the discarded throw pillow back at Draco. "Make up your bloody mind! Either you want to kill me for getting her pregnant, or cry because she isn't. Salazar's balls, you're turning into a whiny little bitch!"

"I wasn't mad at you for getting her pregnant. I was mad because you didn't tell me," Draco snapped, sitting roughly on the sofa. "But you thought she was? I think you having a child is hilarious. I can wait for that day. It'll be like Christmas and my birthday the first time it throws up on you."

Blaise followed him over and grabbed the remaining pillows and started to pound Draco with them.

"I can't believe you listened to old wives' rumors! Hannah and I were not having a row about sex." Blaise paused and then rolled his eyes. "Okay, yes we were, but it's all the Seer's fault. She was talking to Hannah, and fucking told her that Sianna was a good name for a daughter, and then it all went downhill. Hannah kept screeching she was pregnant and started talking to her stomach, and so I marched us to Weasley to get a test done."

Draco started laughing. "What?"

He decided to forgo the pillows and started slapping Draco around the head, amidst his laughter. "Shut up! I kept saying she couldn't be pregnant, so she kept saying she could be, and then it went to hell from there. Shall I show you the memory?!"

"Oh yes, please," Draco said, gasping for air he was laughing so hard.

"What ARE the two of you doing? You're making such a racket."

"Oh, Millie, oh Salazar. He and Hannah had a little row abut her being pregnant in front of the bakery and he took her to Gin..." Draco had to pause to laugh. "Hannah was talking to her belly. It freaked him out."

Draco dissolved into gales of laughter. Millicent was giggling too.

Blaise stood with a huff and threw his arms up in the air. "I'd forgotten you'd gone mental. I'm so glad you're finding this humorous. Maybe I'll put a little fertility potion in Weasley's tea and see how you like being panicked."

Draco raised a brow. "What makes you think I'd panic about that?"

He was deadly serious. He knew Ginny didn't think on it, but he'd been spending a lot of time around kids lately. As long as he remembered not to swear, he was pretty good at that stuff.

Blaise just huffed again. "I can't win here can I? Well then, can I at least go and not be ridiculed, thank you oh-so-much for that, by the way. That was a very stressful day, you know."

"Oh come on," Draco said. "Don't be cross."

He tried to pat Blaise's arm. Blaise slapped his hand away.

"I'm sorry I mocked your trauma. You'd do the same to me, you know. It's only because I love you."

"Oh Gross."

A door slammed down the hall.

"See? That should be amusing. I just offended Millicent with my declaration of the Blaise love."

He tried to keep glaring at Draco, but a small grin cracked his stone face. "She never did like me much. I might have to visit more often just to piss her off."

Blaise nudged Draco's shoulder. "And you're forgiven, for the trauma mocking, I mean. It was pretty freaky though, seeing Hannah tell her stomach to ignore her 'daddy'. I know she's going to be pregnant, I just don't know when." He made a face and turned to Draco with a thoughtful expression. "She mentioned this in passing, but I never thought much of it. Does she want to get married and then have kids, or would she want it the other way around because of her last smashing engagement?"

Draco gave him a look. "Hannah will take you any way she can get you, you know this, but I think she'd like a wedding. Pretty dress, a cake she made, those maniacs she works with as bridesmaids. Maybe you could just have the reception and forgo the actual ceremony. Just don't let her pick out the dress."

Blaise snorted. "There is no way in hell Magpie will be in my wedding, although I appreciate the irony. And you'll be going with her to help pick out the dress. Well maybe not. Pansy will go. You'll be just there to try on your bridesmaid dress, because I have a feeling I'll have to fight over you with Hannah."

"The groom doesn't get to pick the bridesmaids, mate. Besides, she's not so bad. A little mean, yes, but you slept with her, yeah? She can't be that bad," Draco said, grinning. "And I am not being any sodding bridesmaid. I had better be the best man."

One of Blaise's eyebrows went up.

"I slept with her because someone said I wouldn't be able to. A few years later, and she's either bashing my bones or crying all over me. Just because I had a passing fancy doesn't mean she's not that bad. I've hung around with you all our lives, haven't I, Mr. Best Man?"

"I say she's not so bad," Draco replied, grinning. "She got between me and Vin once. I can't wholly dislike her, even though she broke things on you. So I do get to be the best man. Excellent."

Draco leaned back on the couch.

"You'd tell me if you got Hannah pregnant, right? You'd tell me first?"

"Of course I would. And it better go the other way 'round, too. None of this theatrical pulling a full page ad in the Prophet announcing another Weasley birth."

"Oh my gods, Ginny would kill me," Draco said, laughing. "I'll tell you first, then take out the ad."


{SUMMARY} Draco's pissy because he thinks Blaise is keeping things from him. Really he was just misinformed.