Long Days + More Work

Longer Days

Disclaimer: Only own the plot. Umm…yeah.

A/N: Thank you SO much for the reviews.

The sun rose slowly in the east and peeked through the curtains of Hermione's 'house' and woke her at seven in the morning. Her stirring roused the person next to her. "Hermione, why are you up?" Blaise managed out between yawns.

"I woke up." She said like it would explain everything. Blaise grumbled a response and just wrapped his arm around her tighter. "Blaise" she whined. He was definitely not a morning person she thought to herself.

She struggled a little more but to no prevail. Suddenly something warm was moving on her stomach. She looked down to see his hand caressing her stomach under her shirt, lulling her back to sleep, but it didn't last long. The doorbell rang and she struggled to get up. "No, not again."

"It could be Draco." Hermione reasoned trying to get up.

"It's not. It's for you."

"I see, if it's for me it doesn't matter. But if it's for you I can get up." Hermione said as she finally broke free. Blaise rolled over with a pout on his face.

Hermione walked down the hall and opened the door to reveal a tail-between-his-legs Harry. He looked ready to cry too. Hermione ushered him in without a word and sat down by him on the couch.

"I'm so sorry." Harry said, breaking the silence.

"What for?"

"I got mad because you got paired up with Malfoy's friend and acted all casual about it instead of blowing your top, and I acted like a jerk to everyone just because I was mad."

"Harry, it's okay." Hermione said as she hugged him. Harry lost his temper like Ron but Harry was always guilt-ridden after he stopped and looked at himself for a moment, something Ron didn't and probably couldn't do.

"Come have some tea and then you need to apologize to Padama for storming off on her." Hermione said.

"I already did last night. She's the one who helped me cover up the bruises." Harry replied.

"What bruises?" Hermione asked confused.

"Didn't Blaise tell you…" Harry started. But it was too late. It had clicked in Hermione's mind and Blaise was dead. Harry could hear the yelling.

"Get up you bastard! How could you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Harry and Draco fought, didn't they? But that just isn't important enough to tell me, right? So you left it out knowing I was too tired and freaked about you spending money and dying to realize that Harry would kill Draco before spend the day with him."

"Calm down, and stop pacing, you're going to ruin the carpet. This is why I didn't tell you. For the record I did stop it before Harry or Draco died. Doesn't that count."

"But you didn't tell…Gods, this is going no where. I'll talk to YOU later."

A door slammed and the heavy footsteps grew lighter as a happy Hermione rounded the corner to the kitchen. Hermione was never one to show weakness.

"Well, I guess I'll let you to finish. I told Padama I would be back soon anyway. Bye 'mione." Harry hugged her and was gone before she could protest. He didn't like maternal Hermione; she was almost as bad as Pomfrey.

Hermione was tired so she headed back to Blaise's room and told him to remind her to kill him later. She fell back to sleep instantly. Blaise on the other hand was wide-awake so he snuck into the kitchen to make breakfast. He heated up leftovers and went into the den, picking up Hermione's abandoned book and was instantly absorbed.

Hermione woke up around nine and decided to go swimming before it got cold and she wouldn't have a chance. So she changed into her red bikini and walked down the hall. She grabbed a towel from the linen closet, walked out and put it on the deck. She dove in with a splash, which was just loud enough to get Blaise's attention.

Curious, Blaise went outside and saw Hermione swimming a lap. He smirked and snuck into the house before Hermione saw him. He changed, grabbed a towel but instead of going out on the deck, he went through the window in one of the bedrooms where he hid behind a bush, only a foot from the edge of the pool. He kept a sharp eye and once Hermione started floating on her back he got ready. She was moving very slowly around the pool's edge and even had her eyes closed. Once she had passed his bush, just enough to get out of the way he cannon balled in, causing Hermione to freak because of the splash which had soaked her.

Hermione regained her composure and looked to see what had caused the splash but couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, a hand went over her mouth and an arm around her waist. She was about to hurt her capturer, but he spoke in her ear. "Quiet, your being hunted."

He was smirking when he released her and she turned to face him. "Not funny." She mumbled as she started walking towards the stairs to get out.

"Yeah it was." Blaise called as he began to follow her. He caught up and got in front of her. "I'm sorry for scaring you, but I couldn't resist." Blaise apologized. "Don't go inside because of me."

She sighed and fell back creating a splash. She started to do the backstroke away from Blaise. Blaise followed at a leisurely pace and when she got to the end she turned and continued. Blaise stopped though. He stood and waited until she was right by him and then he stuck his arms out and picked her up. Hermione started kicking.

"How about we play 'dunk?'" he asked.

"I don't know how," Hermione responded "but I can guess the gist of the game and I vote no."

"In dunk, you guess the color I'm thinking of and if you get it wrong I get to dunk your head in."

"And if I get it right?"

"You'll see. Since there are so many colors, just the basic colors and I'll be nice and give you a hint, it's my favorite color."

"Black." Hermione was leaned back until her head was under and then brought back up.

"Don't you love this game?"

"No, green." Hermione was dunked again.

"Gray?" Hermione was dunked once more.

"Give up?"

"Yes"

"Too bad, you can't."

"Orange?" Wrong again.

"Red?" No way.

"Tell me it isn't pink." Nope, not pink.

"Blue?" This earned her a smirk. Then she was thrown so she was spinning and she landed with a huge splash a couple of feet away from Blaise.

"Blue is your favorite color? But you're a Slytherin," was the first thing out of her mouth when she came up.

"So is yours and you're a Gryffindor." Blaise said without a thought. Hermione stared at him. How did HE know? Even Ron and Harry thought it was red.

"How did you figure that out?"

"People always guess the logical ones and then their favorite color. I guessed." Blaise explained.

"Where did you learn that game?"

"City pool, I snuck out over summer break one summer and was hooked on going ever since, and that was when I was twelve. You learn a number of games."

Hermione started shivering and glanced towards the house. She was cold. Blaise took a few steps, closing the gap between them and then turned her around before wrapping his arms around her waist. He leaned back and she was lying on him while he was floating on his back. The sun and his skin warmed her up.

It was then that she realized she was uncomfortable with being this close to him. Next to him was one thing, but on him? No.

She tried rolling off but he held he where she was. She kept trying and even tried to sit up but wasn't able to tip him over.

"Would you like something, or are you just trying to sink us?" Blaise asked from underneath her.

"Off would be nice."

"A kiss would be nice."

"You're kidding right?"

"No, a kiss really would be nice. Perhaps nice enough for me to consider freeing you."

"Hypothetically, how could I do that if I'm facing the sky?"

"Just ask and I can flip you over so you're facing me."

"How? Wouldn't we tip?" Hermione was puzzled. Then she felt Blaise pushing her to the side. She was about to scream, thinking he was dumping her into the water, but she felt his arm under her back. It slowly flipped her over with little difficulty. It was obvious he had done this before.

"How about your bail?" He asked, his face centimeters from her face. She realized that she could be here all day. She was actually considering kissing him when they heard the doorbell ring inside.

"That damn bell ruins everything." Blaise said as he released her. She swam to the edge grinning and grabbed her towel as she rushed to the door. She wrapped it around her to cover her stomach and bathing suit, then opened the door to find a baby in a basket on the doorstep with a note. Hermione carried the basket in and set it on the table.

She looked at the baby. It was a few weeks old and had a bit of brown hair. It stared back with beautiful blue eyes, like sapphires. It was sucking on its bottom lip and was dressed in pink from head to toe in a set of footy pajamas. Hermione scooped her up and placed her on her hip as she went to tell Blaise. He was on the deck wrapping a towel around his waist and looked a little surprised at the arrival of the baby.

"It isn't supposed to kill our lives for two more days." He looked mad. He spoke as if he wanted to harm the baby.

Hermione brought it up so she was looking over Hermione's shoulder and held her defensively.

"First, SHE came in pink so I'm assuming SHE is a girl. Second SHE is a sweet innocent little baby and won't KILL our lives. She will brighten them." Then the doorbell rang again and Hermione went to go get it. Blaise followed a ways behind.

Hermione opened it to find yet another basket, a bigger basket. She looked at Blaise and he picked it up, glaring at its contents. Hermione heard muffled crying as he set it on the table. She looked to find another girl and a boy inside. "Triplets?" Hermione said, with worry.

Blaise opened the first letter. "First surprise, early baby. Everything is set up upstairs for HER." He opened the letter that came with the other two. "Second surprise is indeed triplets, they're set up for too. Lastly, we get to name them and Dumbledore says good luck."

"We can name one Michelle, one Emily, and the boy can be named…"

"…lethal and we can get rid of him, all of them."

That was the last straw. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" Hermione screamed, upsetting the three infants. She picked up the other girl and headed upstairs but told him to take care of the boy before getting out of earshot.

Upstairs

"I can't believe him Michelle, can you?" she said as she laid the little girl in her crib because she was calm. Her sister, however, wasn't she was crying. Hermione sat in the wooden rocking chair and rocked, trying to hush Emily.

Half an hour and a bottle later, Emily was asleep and n her crib. Michelle was wide-awake though. She was having a ball figuring out how to flip over. Really advanced Hermione thought. That or she had misjudged their age. Hermione picked up Michelle and rocked her, fed her and rocked her, but she just lay there, gazing up at Hermione with a happy look.

Meanwhile…

"Be quiet and go to sleep." Blaise said as calmly as possible. He loathed babies. When he was little, he was expected to play with babies instead of three-year-olds like himself. They drooled, cried, smelled and hit you with things. They were mean and got all the attention.

"Fine." He picked up the crying baby and held it. It stopped crying but it was still a little upset. Blaise rocked it and it instantly was lulled asleep. He decided to put him in a crib. Blaise headed up stairs and started searching for the baby's room. He stopped to change and the two fell asleep on Blaise's bed.

Hermione was near tears now. It had been almost two hours and Michelle was still awake. She had tried everything.

Blaise woke by a still sleeping baby and figured he should put it in a crib so he went in search of the room yet again. He was heading toward the only door he hadn't tried when he heard crying. It was obvious they were trying to stop but to no avail. He opened the door to find the nursery and Hermione with a baby in her arms. He also noticed one child was asleep while the other looked sad but wasn't crying. He put the boy in the blue crib and walked over to Hermione.

Hermione had never heard anyone come in, so was surprised when she felt the baby in her arms being lifted. She looked up to see a worried looking Blaise with a wide-awake Michelle. He placed the baby in her crib and picked her up bridal style. He carried the crying girl in to his room and gently placed her in between the sheets.

Blaise then left, closing the blinds and turning the light off, to put Michelle to sleep. When he got to the nursery though, she was crying so he picked her up and sat rocking her. She quieted but was still awake. Then he remembered that he could never sleep when he was little and had to sing to himself to get sleepy. So he started to sing.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word.

Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird don't sing,

Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Papa's gonna get you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,

Papa's gonna get you a Billy goat

Hush oh hush the night birds call

Hush oh hush the dark must fall

And if that Billy goat don't pull,

Papa's gonna get you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over

Papa's gonna get you a dog named Rover

And if that dog named Rover don't bark

Papa's gonna get you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart fall down

You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town

Hush oh hush the night birds call

Hush oh hush the dark must fall

Hermione, who couldn't sleep heard his beautiful voice sing and she saw that Michelle was finally asleep. Blaise placed Michelle in her crib and walked over to Hermione, who hugged him. He put his arm around her waist and they went downstairs to the den.

Blaise was awake half an hour later but Hermione was asleep in his arms. That's when someone knocked at the door. He slid out from under Hermione and opened it to find Hannah and Draco with a baby in his arms. Hannah was in tears and Draco looked pretty much indifferent. The baby was fast asleep.

"My grandma is sick so I'm leaving the project until se is in steady health and I want Draco to spend most of his time here so he has help. Okay?"

Blaise got wide eyed.

"Please, another baby can't be that bad Blaise." Draco said.

"We're already out numbered. We would be swamped if Draco were here. He'd dump it all on Hermione."

"Out numbered? That means, oh lord…THAT'S ATLEAST THREE!"

"Triplets, two girls and a boy."

"Draco will pull his weight. Won't you?"

"Sure, damn, that's a lot." Hannah swatted Draco.

"Don't curse in front of children."

Hannah left with an apologetic look and Draco went to put Draco Jr. in a crib. Blaise meanwhile, woke Hermione with a whisper.

"Hermione."

"Hmm…."

"We have four babies now."

Hermione whimpered.

"We have another parent though." This got her attention.

"Who?" She sat up.

"Draco and…"

"Draco Jr."

"How did you ever guess?" Blaise said sarcastically.

A/N: Don't count on another chapter for any story this weekend, besides this one, b/c April 22 is my birthday and my dad is coming to town on the 23rd so I'm going to be celebrating. Hint: Reviews make wonderful presents! Tons of love, even if you don't review! T.G.I.F.