A/N: Hey Guys! Thanks for the reviews ! OK, this chapter reveals that it is Maya's culture for women to keep their last name after marriage and men to change it. I'm informing you of this because there's a conversation where Draco is still confused after Blaise's dad tells him his name. Since Draco is not thick, I knew that if he had a different last name, there wouldn't BE confusion on Draco's part. And if Zabini were Blaise's dad's current name, then Blaise would've changed his name all the time. (And then it would mean that this particular dad was still married to Maya in Blaise's first year). So, anyways it made more sense to make it Maya's culture to keep her last name.

And I do, however, know that most people, when they marry, have the woman change her last name. OK, thanks…now…Chapter 3!

"It's—it's Mr. Zabini, sir," her voice shook slightly more than usual, but I guessed she was just nervous about her awkward position.

She, after all, had to pull me from the table during an important dinner party at the same time as mentioning my boyfriend in front of people who were unaware of my affection towards males. But Mr. Zabini? Since when is Blaise referred to as Mr. Zabini? Usually when he's on the phone, house elves refer to him as 'young master Zabini', 'your boyfriend', or simply 'Blaise Zabini'. Never 'Mr. Zabini'—that sounds like an adult wishes to speak to me.

Hmm…it's weird. I suppose father created a new rule that if Blaise call while we're entertaining guests, the house elves are required to refer to him as Mr. Zabini. But why? They could call him Blaise Zabini and young master Zabini as well without giving away our relationship together.

Or maybe it's just a new name Anastasia wants to try out…Blaise is, after all, now seventeen—of age. So he is an adult, I guess…or maybe it's just Anastasia's nerves. She's already a nervous-type, so she's really not comfortable using anything else than Mr. Zabini in front of the Roseburg's. This is after all, the first time since Blaise and I have been dating that he's called while we've had guests.

Yes. That is most certainly it. There's no other explanation. It's not like she knows what Blaise wants—like anyone would REALLY tell a house elf anything important. It's not like there's something wrong at Zabini Manor. It COULDN'T be anything—it just couldn't. Blaise probably just forgot I had a dinner party tonight, Anastasia didn't remind him, and became nervous about getting me over to the phone. It all makes sense…

I politely folded my napkin, set it beside my plate on the right and excused myself from the table after receiving annoyed death looks from my father and pleading looks from Gitta. 'Ha!' I thought. 'You have to sit all by your lonesome for awhile!'

Snickering, I followed Anastasia into a spotless kitchen where she handed me the wiz-phone and scurried off. "Draco Malfoy speaking," I said without thinking, the ridiculous line my father demands me to say first-thing whenever handed the phone, even if it is my boyfriend on the other line.

"Hello, Draco," a deep, rich Hispanic voice greeted me, sounding slightly shaken with concern.

I raised an eyebrow. Blaise had a deep voice, but not this deep of one. It couldn't be him. My boyfriend never greets me by saying 'Hello, Draco,'. He always says something to the effect of 'S'up D'man,' (even though he knows I'm not particularly fond of California-talk.) 'Hola, D!' or 'Hey, baby!'

I shrugged as the mysterious man spoke again. "This—this is Carlos Zabini," he offered, obviously aware of my confusion. The voice shook again, more this time, so it was clear that he was nervous or perhaps frightened. Just like Anastasia. Kinky…

Whatever. Seriously—this is probably all me. I'm still recovering from Gitta. NOTHING is wrong with anyone at Zabini Manor. Especially with the one person I love over there. And again, Anastasia's weirdness means nothing. House-elves are never told important matters above their own masters. It just doesn't happen.

Now…Carlos is his name? Does Blaise have an older brother? No, Bollocks—he would've told me. What about an uncle at the manor? A visiting relative? An older visiting cousin? Carlos…Carlos…Carlos…? Who's Carlos Zabini? I really don't remember a Carlos living in Zabini Manor. At this next set of awkward silence, Carlos spoke again. "Blaise's father?" he volunteered to help me out.

"Oh!" it finally clicked.

Duh! "Hello Mr. Zabini! I am so sorry for being disrespectful earlier with the not talking—I had no idea, sir. I knew you weren't Blaise, and I didn't think he had an older brother," I explained.

No wonder I was confused—I should've known, though. Blaise has been through so many dad's, it's hard to remember which ones are dead and which one is current. It would be easier if each dad had a different last name, but it's Maya's culture for the women to keep her last name. I do remember that his birth dad's name was Miguel—do I get any credit for that? "Anyways," I continued on, "I'm real sorry. It should've been clear who you were when my house-elf called you Mr. Zabini. So…how are you?"

Carlos sighed. "Not good, actually. Matters aren't running too well over here, Draco."

I knew the phone was shaking in his hands because I could hear the vibrations from the other end. What would make Mr. Zabini fall apart like this? What was going on at Zabini Manor? My head spun as my head raced with thoughts to all the unanswered questions…

"Is Blaise at your house?"

It came out of nowhere, out of the blue, rushing my thoughts back to Earth. "What?"

I hadn't fully comprehended his words. "My son—Blaise. Is he at your house?"

"Um…no, sir. Why would he be? I explained to him last night that I had a dinner party to attend. Plus, my dad's here at the manor tonight anyway, so he couldn't have. Why?"

What was going on? I stood there, my back against the wall, wondering what this was all about. Wasn't Blaise at his own house? "Did you check the secret attic in Blaise's room on the last floor? He hides up there all the time when he's mad and needs his own space and told me it's a place you'd never look," I suggested after a few moments of thought.

Mr. Zabini tended to over-react when he couldn't find his son in the manor. Sometimes I think it would save the man a lot of stress if he just bought a smaller house without secret rooms. Of course, the Zabini Manor was built with Blaise's third dad, and it would only be sold if Mrs. Zabini said so. Plus, those secret rooms REALLY come in handy when you're in a relationship…

"No…he wouldn't be up there…he's NOT up there, I know so," Carlos sighed.

I decided to give him a few more suggestions. "You could check the library, behind the Dark Arts shelf. If you move that shelf to the left, it reveals a small door to crawl through. If you crawl long enough, the room expands until you're in a chamber with a stone staircase that leads to an awesome room. It has two beds, lots of cobwebs, spell books, creepy cabinets and potions and candles…he likes hiding up there, too, because it's—well it WAS completely secret until I told you. Listen, Mr. Zabini, if you find him up there, please don't mention the fact I tipped you off, okay? I'm in a relationship, you know and I REALLY don't want it ended just yet!"

I sighed. There goes the secret of my favorite Zabini chamber. Blaise and I adore that room! Sometimes we sneak up there for make-out sessions, and sometimes…well…let's just say sometimes it was a little more than kissing going on…

"How do you know about all these rooms?" Carlos questioned, a little annoyed.

"Mr. Zabini, I'm in a relationship, I have to know!" I said.

"I'm the father—why don't I know?"

"Well--"

"Never mind, I don't have time! Are you sure mi hijo is not there?" he interrupted, becoming impatient.

"I'm sure. How about you check the room hidden beyond--"

"Draco Malfoy, PLEASE! I am not checking any secret rooms. Mi hijo is not in the house, okay?" he screamed hotly.

I frowned. "Are you sure, sir? It never hurts to check again. I'm certain he wouldn't leave the estate, all right? There's way too many cool places to hide," I assured him but he still didn't seem confident in me.

"The window in his bedroom is open," he informed me, voice still shaking.

"Yeah—well, you know, sir, there are explanations for that," I said brightly, determined to keep my hopes up and calm him down at the same time. "Perhaps he wanted cooler air. Or maybe he wanted you to believe he ran away so you wouldn't find him in the manor."

Carlos sighed, "No, Lo siento, ustede no comprede, Draco."

I waited with anticipation for his next words—his next, extremely dreadful words, "M.S. is missing, too."

And that convinced me, momentarily, that something horrific really HAD happened to him—my boyfriend, my baby—my Blaise Zabini.