Alright, I'm going to stop this negligence towards my wonderful babies and actually give them life now.

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(Blaise POV)

I could feel my head pounding as I made my way to Neville and Draco's apartment. I just didn't understand why those two wouldn't put in a damned fireplace. Just a Floo. It would make things so much easier for their friends.

I grabbed the key from the top of the door frame and unlocked the door, entering the apartment. I hit the switch on the coffee maker, flinching at the bright light that blinded me when I flipped the light switch, before unceremoniously plopping down in one of the kitchen chairs. My morning routine now.

Being the boyfriend of a pregnant woman was proving to be more difficult than I once thought. She was one big mood swing now. We would be laying down, going to sleep, and I would pull her close to me, gently caressing her stomach, and she'd start crying. She talk about what a good father I was going to be. I didn't mind that. I would comfort her and tell her she didn't need to cry and promise her that we'd both make good parents. Then she'd start crying harder and say that she didn't think she'd make a good mom. I would comfort her, telling her that she would make an amazing mother – she had been the coddling mother of our group of friends back in Hogwarts. Then she would start screaming at me, blaming me for her "condition" as she called it. Then came the accusations that I didn't love her, that I was going to leave her, that I was going to cheat on her. I just took it and waited for it to end before I promised that I only loved her, that I would always only love her, that the only woman I would ever love as much as I loved her was the little girl in her womb. Then she started crying again, apologizing, and begging me to forgive her, which she didn't need to do. I never got mad at her, just concerned. Then, around four, she would finally fall asleep, allowing me to get an hour of sleep before having to get up to get ready for work.

I looked at the coffee maker, silently begging for the machine to brew faster.

The door opened once again and a half asleep redhead dragged in, putting his head down on the table.

"Fight with Hermione?"

"Fight? No. She'd have to be there to fight. She didn't leave her office last night."

Hermione, one of the finest lawyers at one of the finest wizarding law firms in the world, tended to spend nights at her office. Whether to get work done or to avoid another fight with Ron, I didn't know.

The coffee maker beeped and I quickly jumped up, pouring Ron and I both a large mug of black coffee.

I handed his to him, barely hearing his murmur of, "Cheers."

We were halfway done with our mugs before turning to see Neville walking down the hallway, tightening his tie. His usual smile wasn't on his face. In fact, he looked exhausted and downright pissed.

"You alright, mate?" Ron asked, eyebrow furrowed. He and Draco fought a lot, but it never lasted until morning. Except that one week. Oh, Merlin, that was bad. We had walked in and every morning they would be awake, never going to sleep, just screaming at each other. Draco would always be in tears, Neville would always be red in the face; Draco's voice was screeching, Neville's booming and near terrifying. We were so grateful when we walked in one Monday morning after the weekend and didn't hear a thing. Harry and I had poked our heads in their bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief when the two were wound around each other tightly, legs tangled, arms around each other. "You and Draco didn't fight did you?"

"No," he sighed, turning his mug up and taking a long gulp. "Well, we did, but we made up."

"Then what's wrong?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

We turned as we heard the quiet pad of feet walking into the kitchen and saw Draco, dressed in one of Neville's t-shirts that reached his knees. He looked half-dead as he walked over to Neville, winding his arms around his waist, burying his face in his chest. Neville took the blonde into his arms, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, before burying his face in his hair.

"I'm going to talk to him today."

"No. Don't. Just-,"

"What? Leave it? No, Draco. Whether he meant to threaten you or whatever or not, he needs to back the fuck up."

"I just feel like… if you talk to him about it, things will just get worse. He's manipulative. He'll ruin our relationship first chance he gets."

"He won't ruin our relationship. Nothing can."

Draco nodded, burying his face in his chest once more.

The door opened, cutting off my question before it began, and Harry, wide-eyed and disheveled, rushed in.

"Where have you been, mate?" Ron asked, fighting back a yawn. "Ginny called last night and said that you two got in a fight and you left."

"I… I um… Well, I-,"

"He stayed here." Draco suddenly said, turning to face Ron. "Slept on the couch in the living room. He got up not too long ago and ran home to get dressed."

"Yep." Harry agreed with a smile, pouring himself a cup of coffee. But I didn't miss the grateful look he shot Draco nor the kiss he planted on the side of his blonde head. "Thanks again, you guys."

"You're always welcome here, mate." Neville smiled gently at him.

Once Harry had sat down, I turned to Neville, asking about who had threatened Draco or whatever.

"The guy two apartments down," Draco murmured into Neville's chest. "He's just a dick. Homophobic."

The three of us at the table nodded, draining our mugs.

(Neville POV)

Oh course that asshole was late.

I was going to confront him, no matter what Draco said, and I was going to find out his intentions and if they were to one, just hurt Draco, two, break us up, three, to get back with Draco, four, to get Draco to sleep with him, or five, any mixture of the things previously listed, I couldn't promise I wouldn't fucking kill him.

I saw him then, walking down the hallway, grinning at something, and I quickly ducked in his office right after he did.

"Oh, hey, Neville." He grinned. "Mornin'. You had your coffee yet?"

"I'm not here to make small talk, Val. You know why I'm here."

I saw his face lose a bit of the color. "He told you, didn't he?"

"Of course he told me!" I snapped. "He couldn't exactly hide it! He was covered in bruises!"

"Shit." He sighed, slumping down in his chair. "I didn't mean to get that rough with him. Just got a little… excited, I guess. It had just been so long."

"Well, he doesn't want anything to do with you, so stay away from him. And if you threaten him again-,"

"Threaten? Whoa, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you following my fiancé home and grabbing at him and giving him bruises and making threats that you wouldn't give up until he was yours or what ever bullshit. That you wouldn't even leave when he asked you to."

Val laughed a harsh, amused laugh. "I'd hate to be the one to tell you this, mate, but the only thing your fiancé asked me yesterday was to give it to him harder."

I felt my blood pressure rising. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"I said that the only thing-,"

"I heard you, you piece of shit."

Val laughed. "Then why'd you ask?" Without waiting for an answer he said, "I guess I should thank you though. For turning him into such a good little slut. Where did those scars come from, by the way? The ones on his stomach?"

I blanched. How did he know about the scars on Draco's stomach? He got those during the war. Long after he was with Val.

"Listen, you motherfucker. Draco wants nothing to do you with. He hates you. I don't believe for a second that he cheated on me with you. So if you think that you're going to tear us apart or some shit, think again." I slammed my hands down on the desk. "You gave him up, and now he's mine. And I definitely don't plan on giving him up anytime soon."

Val just smiled. "You can believe whatever you want, Neville. I can't change your mind. But, just as a bit of proof, I left something at your house. Let me know when you find it."

I turned and left his office, not being able to stand that smug look anymore.

I loved Draco and Draco loved me. Nothing would change that. He and Hermione trading bodies didn't, his abusive ex-boyfriend trying to get him back didn't, and his ex with the fucking personality disorder sure as hell wasn't going to.

(Hermione POV)

I walked into my flat, laying my bag on the table just inside the door.

"Hermione? That you?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

Ron rounded the corner, giving me a tired smile. "I ordered some Chinese."

"Sounds good."

The two of us made our way into the living room and sat beside each other but not touching each other.

"I'm glad you came home tonight." Ron said suddenly. "I… have trouble sleeping without you."

"I do too." I admitted.

He sighed after a moment of awkward silence. "Do you still love me?"

I was taken back by the question. "Of course I do."

"Are we falling apart?"

"No."

"Then what's the matter with us?"

"We're… trying to figure things out."

He ran a hand through his hair. "We've been trying to figure things our for a few months now. You staying at work all the time isn't helping that cause."

"Well you acting like there isn't a problem isn't helping either." I snapped.

"There's not a problem! There's nothing we can do! Why can't we just be happy without children?" He exploded.

I felt my heart drop.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, pulling me close to him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice. I just… I'm afraid of losing you because of this."

"You won't." I whispered into his neck.

(Neville POV)

Walking into mine and Draco's apartment, Val's words were still plaguing my mind.

"Let me know when you find it." I spat under my breath. "Fucking douche bag."

And then he had ran out right before our meeting at noon, saying that he would be back around two. Fucker never came back.

I stopped for a minute on my way inside, taking in the black leather dress shoes that were sitting just inside the door. There was a black jacket thrown over one of the kitchen chairs.

The hell? Who's here?

I immediately felt nauseated as my mind immediately went to Val. Like how the hell did he know about the scars on Draco's stomach?

I walked to the bedroom, taking off my shoes and jacket.

There was no dinner cooking, not scuttling about. Where the hell was Draco?

I could feel my anger rising at the blonde. My mind immediately went to images of him and Val tangled together on our couch, panting and moaning loudly.

I suddenly heard laughter.

Near running into the livingroom, I almost, on instinct, tackled the man sitting on my couch before I actually looked at who it was.

"Hey, mate. Long time no see. How ya doin'?"

Crabbe and Goyle sat seated on the couch, Draco in the chair facing them, cups of tea in their large hands.

Draco immediately rose to his feet, scampering over to hug me tightly, Crabbe and Goyle chuckling at their friend.

"Sorry I didn't meet you at the door." He apologized before pressing his lips to mine. "Didn't hear you come in. There's more tea in the kitchen if you'd like some."

I nodded. "I'd love some. I'll be right back."

Walking back into the kitchen, I saw that there were two jackets, not one, on the chair. There were two pairs of shoes, not one, by the door. Of course there were. Draco didn't like people wearing shoes on the carpet. Of course there'd be shoes by the door.

My hands shaking as I poured the hot water in on the tea bag. I was sick and disgusted with myself.

Draco was kind and honest and loving and loyal. If not for his mischievous streak and his sly nature, not to mention blood line, he would've made a good Hufflepuff. Not that I'd ever say that to him, but it's true. When he loves someone, he sticks by them through thick and thin. I knew that. That was one of the many, many things I loved about him.

So why the hell was I letting Val get to me?

How does he know about his scars?

I quickly shook the thought from my head. I would not let that wormy son of a bitch get to me. No way in hell.

I walked back into the living room, taking Draco's seat as he stood and letting him sit in my lap, and breathed in his scent – like strawberries and chocolate. I gently nipped at his neck, resulting in a lap full of beautiful squirming blonde, before thinking about just how ashamed of myself I was.

I would never question Draco. Never. I knew he loved me and only me. I refused to let that dick get to me.

Now if I could only make my eyes stop searching for what he had claimed to leave.

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Uh-oh. Val's a criminal mastermind.

Haha I hate Val but I really like writing about and for him. I thing he's a pretty interesting character. Not many levels other than douche and asshole, but still interesting.

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