Daphne slipped into the clinic. She did not see Bones. That was good. She didn't feel like dealing with her or Weasley.

"Nott? Nott! Theodore!"

Blaise slammed his paring knife down on the cutting board. Whoever was shouting had broken his concentration and he had ruined his ingredients. As he slammed out of his lab to completely bitch at the voice, his eyes widened when he saw who was standing in the lobby.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Looking for a healer. Why else would I be at the clinic, wanker," Daphne snapped, anger flaring dangerously just looking at Blaise Zabini. "Go find Nott. Now."

"Don't you dare order me about, you bitch. Find him yourself!" Blaise glared. He didn't care if she dropped dead in the lobby. He'd deny even hearing her.

"Theo!" Daphne started walking in a circle and shouting. "Theo!"

Theo hurried out from one of the exam rooms and grabbed Blaise's wand arm right before he hexed Daphne.

"She's preg- er got a condition, Zabini. Don't hex her," Theo whispered. He looked at Daphne. "Have a seat, Greengrass. Next time make an appointment. I am with a patient. I'll be with you after. Sit."

Daphne scowled before storming over to a chair and throwing herself in it.

Blaise ripped his arm out of Nott's grasp, glaring at him. "I know she has a condition. She's a bitch who likes to poison people! You just stopped me from hexing her! Are you fucked in the head too?"

"Oh, I don't care if he knows," Daphne snapped. "I don't care who knows. It'll be painfully obvious what's ailing me in nine months anyhow."

Theo was looking at Daphne with wide eyes. "I'm going to get back to my patient. No hexing the pregnant lady."

Theo turned and left leaving Daphne and Blaise glaring at one another.

He couldn't believe his ears. "You're pregnant," he stated. "You. Pregnant. You're spawning. I can't believe they let people like you breed. Who did you have to beg to get knocked up?"

Daphne picked up a box of tissues and hurled them at him.

"If you must know it was one of Weasley's older brothers, so no, you can't hex me because you might hurt her niece or nephew, and then she'll kill you."

Daphne folded her arms across her chest and looked away. She could not take how amplified her emotions seemed to be. Already. Gods, what if this gets worse. It's already not typical with the night sickness and the symtoms showing up like they have.

Blaise didn't even bother ducking the box heading towards him, because it was no where close to actually hitting him. "One of the Weasleys knocked you up? Well, I hope you're ready to give birth to a herd of red haired, freckled children." He shook his head. "Salazar, was he drunk or something?"

"No, Zabini," Daphne snapped. "Believe it or not, he actually likes me. I have been myself with him and I can not seem to run him off. Anything else? Get them all out while I am still feeling angry."

He shook his head. "I'm not making any potions for you, am I? You're your own brewer, and I refuse to be responsible if I get the ingredients wrong and you cough up a lung or something."

Daphne sighed and looked down. "I'll go to Snape. Apparently, I am immune to the signature of my own brewing. It's how I got pregnant, and there's the added bonus of the fact that I might have to stop brewing full-stop because the fumes might cause birth defects."

Now she was starting to feel a bit sad because she did like brewing. She was good at it, and it calmed her. Her emotions turned like the wind.

Blaise desperately wanted to laugh but decided to wait until he was in the safety of his lab. There were many stories of pregnant women who became so angry their magic lashed out. This was too perfect though. Not able to brew and forced with a kid. It was the perfect revenge.

"I'll wait," he said with a grin.

"Of course you will. I know you want to run off and owl Malfoy, so you lot can have a great laugh at my expense," Daphne said, still looking at the floor. "But it's mine. I'll be better than my parents were, so I don't care what you say."

Blaise's eyebrows shot up. "I'm not worried about your damned parents. Your sister turned out mostly fine. She's not the one trying to off people. I'd more worried about your sprog taking after you."

"I've been doing better though. I have a respectable job. Two of them. I've only been thinking bad things about people, not doing anything bad to them. He's not going to kill anyone. He's going to be like his father."

Daphne had her hands over her belly. She was staring off into space with a slight smile on her face. He would. Her baby would be good. He would never intentionally hurt anyone. Just like Charlie.

He shook his head. "You're a freak, Greengrass. I fear for the world now that someone with your genetics is entering it." Blaise turned around and started to head back into his lab.

"Maybe he'll be a seer like Tori. Marry one of your daughters," Daphne added in a menacing tone. "You are marrying Abbott. I did hear that right, yeah? How long do you think the mother incarnate will stay without a child of her own?"

Daphne knew a bit about how Blaise felt about being a parent. Most Slytherins felt that way.

"Shut your fucking mouth about things you have no idea about," Blaise said as he turned around and glared at her. "One, I have no qualms about hexing a pregnant woman, and two, Hannah has the Stewarts. She was completely fine with not getting married. She'll be fine with not having kids for quite some time."

Daphne started laughing. "Accidents happen, dumb-arse. You think I planned this? Me? I know I'll be a terrible mother. Thank Salazar the kid will have Charlie. If it is with the fates, Abbott will be just as knocked up as I am. Tori's seen it. You can not run from her visions."

She was messing with him a little, but it was Blaise. She sort of had to.

"I've got it! Thanks! Three girls and a boy, because Zabinis can't help but pop out females! It's the fates way of laughing at me! I do not need you harping on me as well. Accidents happen, but I'm sure as hell going to do everything I can to postpone it."

Blaise was getting a bit too worked up over this. He always did whenever someone mentioned Hannah having kids. He knew she wanted a child of her own, and not someone elses, but he was not ready. They weren't ready for it. They had all the time in the world for that later.

Daphne raised both her brows at him. He'd gotten a bit shrill.

"Do you need to sit down? Have a calming draught? You seem a bit worked up, Blaise. Don't worry. I'm sure sweet little Hannah will be the good parent. You can be the bad one."

He huffed and spun on his heel, going back to the lab. "Fuck you, Greengrass."

Daphne leaned back in her seat, feeling much better.



{SUMMARY} Daphne comes in for a check-up with Theo. She and Blaise trade barbs.