Chapter Thirteen
"All right, Puddlemere, get your bloody asses in the air!" Dimitrius Andrich yelled. "Wood, could you please separate your mouth from Hermione's for ten minutes? God! I shouldn't have let you bring her! Thank you, now fly to your post."
"Why're you so moody?" Oliver asked as he took off. Dim grunted and pushed off the ground, barking out orders as he did so.
Krista Swiff strode along the side of the field towards Hermione and took the seat beside her, smiling.
"Hi!" she said brightly, her blonde locks flying through the wind.
"Hi, Krista," Hermione greeted politely. "How are you?"
"I'm great! What about you? I saw you and Oliver… hah! I told you! I knew it!" Krista raised her arms in triumph. Hermione laughed and leaned back against her chair.
"Shouldn't you be back at Beauxbatons? School isn't out for Thanksgiving yet."
"Oh, I'm on a Maternity break."
"What?" Dim spun around on his broom, a couple of meters away from the girls.
"God, Dim, you didn't know?" Krista rolled her eyes and patted her stomach. "Three weeks."
"Th – th – three? How –"
"You… are… so… clueless."
"Krist–"
"Oh, was that why you were at Saint Mungo's?" Hermione asked.
"Saint Mungo's?" By this time, Oliver had flown down to see what was going on.
"What's up?"
"I'm pregnant," Krista replied as if it were nothing. "Oh. Don't look so shocked. We've been dating for over a year."
"…Pregnant? OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO BE A DADDY!"
Oliver laughed and patted Dim on the back.
"Congrats. I'll run practice for you." He winked at Hermione, waved at Krista and flew back towards the team.
"Hey, our kids would be going to Hogwarts together!" Dim concluded. "I WANT A BOY! Hey. Krist, is it a boy?"
"Maybe."
"IT'S A BOOOOYYYY!" Krista laughed and gently slapped him upside the head.
"You're such a loser. My poor baby's got a loser for a daddy. Hermione, do you know what yours is, yet?" Hermione smiled and nodded.
"It's a boy, but don't tell Oliver. He'll go nuts."
In The Locker Room, An Hour Later…
"Hey, Oliver, Hermione's got a baby boy," Dim said.
"What? Are you serious?" Oliver stood up from the bench, his hair in a wet mess. "Are you – oh, my God, are you serious?" Dim nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah! And Krista's got a boy, too!"
"They can play Quidditch together in Hogwarts!"
"In Ravenclaw."
"No… in Gryffindor."
"In Ravenclaw."
"Gryffindor. Screw you."
"Ravenclaw. What's your problem?"
"Gryffindor. What's yours?"
"Rave-enn-claw. Jeeze, Oliver, you don't want your kid to be smart?"
"Griff-enn-dorr. You don't want yours to be brave?"
"Better smart than brave."
"Without courage, what the hell are you?"
"Shut up. You calling my unborn child a pussy?"
"What if I am?"
"You can go to freaking HELL!"
"I'll meet you there!"
"Fine!" They went to opposite sides of the room.
"…Huffle…"
"Shut up, Greg!" Oliver and Dim snapped.
"Pfft. Hufflepuff owns Ravenclaw and Gryffindor," Greg Notting stated.
"Oh, yes, 'cause freaking LOYALTY is more important than SMARTS and COURAGE!" The whole locker room was silent.
"…Dim? Permission to speak, oh mighty Greek God of the most -"
"What, Lawrence?" Dim cut Lawrence Reddy off.
"…Loyalty is more important than being smart or brave."
"Ha-ha, loser." Dimitrius snapped his towel at Oliver.
"My butt hurts," Oliver muttered half an hour later at his house. (Back by POPULAR DEMAND… Aycee Producshizzons gives you…)
Want me to rub it for you? (KEEPER!)
"Shut up, Keeper."
My tummy hurts. Will you rub it, too, Ollie?
"I think I told you to shut up."
And what about my tail?
"You're really starting to piss me off."
Blaise, what about you?
"Piss off."
Keeper gets no love around here. At least I have Willie.
"Keep away from Willie, you horrible, horrible creature!" Willie shrieked and disappeared. Oliver leaned back against the couch and groaned.
"I can't feel my ass." Blaise let out a short, tired chuckle.
"I wonder why."
"Shut up."
As Hermione and Ginny came down the stairs, Blaise was doing obscene gestures with his hips and screaming out.
"Dimitrius, you sexy…"
Ginny coughed loudly. It was Oliver's turn to laugh, but that made his butt hurt even more.
"Did we interrupt something?" Hermione asked, hiding her smile.
"Nope," Blaise replied, sitting beside Oliver.
"Get away from me, poof."
"Oh, so now you're calling me names?"
"Why is everyone picking on me today?" Oliver whined and walked outside.
"I'm going to go cheer him up," Hermione said brightly and jumped to her feet.
"Yes, you go do that," Blaise said with a smirk. Hermione hit him with a pillow and followed Oliver's footsteps to the porch. "Aloooooooooooooooooone at last," Blaise groaned as Ginny sat down beside him.
"Hi," she said, leaning against him.
"Come here, you sexy beast." Blaise kissed Ginny slowly but thoroughly, occasionally letting his tongue dip into her mouth.
Pop!
"Oh, my God!" Blaise fell off of Ginny and onto his sprained ankle.
"God damn it!"
Ginny pulled her spaghetti strap onto her shoulder properly and smiled sheepishly at Percy, Bill and Charlie.
"Um… hi."
"…That… was so disgusting," Percy said and turned to walk towards the porch. Charlie and Bill eyed Blaise warily as he struggled to stand up.
"He doesn't seem dangerous," Charlie whispered. Bill raised an eyebrow.
"That's what you said about Ginny when she was born."
"I was eight. I didn't know any better."
"So this is Zabini?"
"I am Zabini."
"Ginny, get out of the room."
"…Why can't she stay?"
"Because. Brother – boyfriend privileges," Charlie explained.
"Why can't Percy be here?"
"Because he's three quarters female."
"That's not true!"
"It's totally true. Out, Gin."
"Don't leave me!" Blaise called after her retreating back. Bill and Charlie each sat down on either side of the Italian.
"So… Blaise… what is that?"
"French."
"I thought you're Italian. Charlie, I think we – "
"I'm half and half," Blaise interrupted.
"Why do you have a British accent?" Bill asked.
"Because I've lived here my whole life."
"But you're Italian and French," he pointed out.
"So?"
"Haven't you ever lived in Italy or France?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"Oliver's lived here for a long time; he still has his Scottish accent."
"Because he was born in Scotland, raised in Scotland and moved here when he was nine."
"Bill, you're asking stupid questions. How many girlfriends have you gone through?" Charlie inquired.
"Why is that your business?"
"I don't like your attitude."
"I don't like you. Four. One was a seventh year while I was a fifth year, the other three were my age."
"So Ginny's your fifth?"
"It's not like she hasn't had other boyfriends."
"Do you like older women?"
"What? No. That was a one-time thing, didn't even last a month."
"How long've you been a Death Eater?"
"Ah, I knew there was another reason for this. Three years, not by will." Charlie nodded and stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"Oliver's filled us in on everything already. What're their names, Joseph and…"
"Marie, and I don't really feel comfortable talking about them, Charlie." He nodded in understanding as Bill scoffed.
"Hey, man, shut up. How would you feel if me, Ron, Ginny and Percy just disappeared?"
"Well, sorr-ee, but I just find it stupid that he told Oliver, and he says he doesn't want to talk to us about it. I mean, we can help him more than Oliver could. He hasn't even been in the Order for over a year." Oliver came back into the house with Percy and Hermione behind him and whispered something to Hermione. She nodded and went up the stairs towards her room.
"Oh, great," Blaise muttered as Percy and Oliver sat on the floor.
"So, uh… do you have any clue whatsoever where they're being kept?" Percy asked. Blaise shook his head and pulled out a wallet.
"I have pictures, though. Here's Joseph, it was when Slytherin won the Quidditch Cup last year." Oliver picked up a pillow and hurled it at Blaise.
"I fart in your general direction."
"Can we keep on topic?" Bill asked, exasperated. "Come on, seriously. You have a picture of your sister?" Blaise nodded and took out a picture of a group of girls.
"The on the far right is Marie." He pointed to a petite girl with dirty blond locks that didn't look ten at all. "Eleven now. They both missed their birthdays."
"She's thirteen, you jerk," Michael suddenly appeared by their side, taking a seat beside Oliver.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Oliver inquired, standing up. "Go back to school."
"No, man, I have permission from McGonagall. Okay, seriously, Zabini, did you forget your own sister's age? Joseph's in my year… and yes, Oliver, they beat us for the Quidditch Cup in fourth year. They couldn't've been gone long enough for you to forget how old they were, Zabini. Even I remember, and honestly, I really didn't like your brother too much." Mike stood up and paced the room.
"I knew your sister, though, she was a smart one. I actually got in trouble a couple times because of her. Uh, let's see… we had this retreat thing down in Horn Valley, like expressing your thoughts or something like that, or to open up."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Blaise questioned.
"I'm getting to that," Mike growled. He cleared his throat. "Sorry. We actually got pretty close and she began to tell me about these nightmares she had. When the two of them disappeared, I looked up the surname Zabini. Dream Interprets run in the family. She could have been an Interpreter, or it could have been a fluke déjà vu."
"Interpreters know what the dreams are, though," Blaise pointed out.
"If they know that they are an Interpreter. Look." Mike snapped his fingers and a book flew into his hands. "Being a werewolf is kind of fun. More magical experience. Okay, over here: Zabini: Italian. Known for appearing and disappearing without a trace. Dream Interpreters. Originated from the surname Zamboini changed in the seventh century when wizards and witches were burned at the stake."
"…Jesus, Wood, you know more about my family than I do," Blaise said. "Why did you look this up?"
"Because she was there for me when Elizabeth died," Mike replied. "She was Lizzie's friend, you know, at least when their Houses didn't get in the way." Charlie leaned forward.
"Dream Interpreter, huh?"
A/N:
Yes! Chapter's finally done! W00t w00t! And don't even try looking up the last name Zabini. I just made all that crap up. I'm soooooOOOooOo creative. I love myself. HI EMELIE HAHA YOU KICKED DREW! NICE.
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