Chapter Fourteen

"DOG-friggen-PILE!" Mike, Oliver, Fred, George and Charlie pounced on top of Blaise and Ginny, pinning them underneath. Blaise smirked and pressed his lips to hers. Oliver's eyes widened.

"EWEWEWEW GET OFF THEY'RE MAKING OUT!" he screamed.

"That's sick!"

"Gross!"

"Ugh!"

"Disgusting!" The five of them jumped away from the couch.

"Guys, stop messing around," Bill growled, holding up several sheets of paper. "We have several leads, Zabini. Quinton Leigh, Draco Malfoy, Marcus Flint –"

"Why Flint?" Oliver interrupted, taking the profile from Bill. Bill pointed near the bottom of the page.

"Turns out to be Leigh's cousin. The last three are Dennis Pleekley, Pietro Stromm and Kristof Biangae. Pleekley was your mom's –" Bill pointed to Blaise, "fourth husband. He got away."

"Yeah, I remember him… I think he's the one I pushed into the toxic waste…"

"Stromm's Pleekley's brother-in-law and Biangae is just insane. He'd do anything for Him." Bill threw the profiles onto the table beside the couches.

"Bill Bob Weasley –"

"Bob isn't my –"

"I don't care!" Oliver continued. "There must be like, hundreds of Death Eaters out there like Biangae, right?"

"Biangae is different. He's been involved in more than five kidnappings in the past three years, Wood."

Oh, snap.

"Man, Keeper, go away. You're like an English chick. Go. Shoo." Oliver practically pushed Keeper out into the hall and closed the door.

How am I like an English chick? You're dating an English chick, stupid.

"She's Welsh. Shush and go back to sleep. I liked you better when you were one."

You're like, part English, too…

"The better three quarters of me is Scottish, and I'm no girl. Go to your room."

You're racist and sexist.

"Go to your room. If I was sexist or racist, I would be in like, the KKK or something…"

The what?

"Never mind." Oliver blocked his mind from Keeper and Bill began talking again.

"Oh, shit," Ginny said and ran up the stairs.

"What?" Blaise followed her. Ginny threw up. "Eeewwww…"

A shower later, Blaise came back down in Oliver's clothes.

"Sorry," Ginny apologized. Blaise shook his head and sat down on the couch beside her, pulling her closer to him affectionately.

"It's okay. Where's Hermione?"

"She's taking a nap," Oliver replied, rubbing his temples. "Mike, wanna go wake her up?" As Mike headed up the stairs, there was a loud pop!

"…Guys, get up here!"

The six guys and Ginny hurried to the third level.

"…Marie," Blaise whispered, rushing to Mike's side. He slid across the hardwood flooring on his knees, grabbing onto Mike's ankle to stop himself from going any further. "What happened? How did you get here? Oh, my God…"

"Don't!" Mike said when Blaise reached out to grab her hand. "Her wrist…"

"We'll get McGonagall." The twins apparated away, most likely to Hogsmeade.

"Keeper," Mike called.

What do you guys want now – oh, my God, there's a girl on the floor.

"Shut up and go get Willie," Mike said, checking Marie's un-injured wrist for a pulse, and then reached for her neck as Blaise watched on.

Keeper glanced at Oliver.

"Go get Willie," Oliver confirmed. Keeper stalked away with his tail hanging low.

"She has a pulse," Mike said. Her eyes began fluttering.

"Oh, shit," Blaise whispered. Mike moved out of the way.

"Blaise?" Marie called in a small voice.

"It's me. I'm so sorry, Mar…"

"Joey," Marie whispered. "Where's Joey?"

"I'll check the house," Charlie said, taking Mike with him.

"Who was it?" Blaise asked. Marie shook her head and buried her face into Blaise.

"No!" she yelled. Oliver and Bill went to wake up Hermione just as Willie popped in.

"Oh!" she gasped when she saw Marie. She quickly went to work with cleaning her up. Blaise then carried her towards Hermione's now-empty bed. Oliver was sitting on the floor with Hermione in his lap.

"Is she okay?" he asked when Marie had fallen asleep.

"She's going to need some rest," Blaise said. Mike and Charlie came back, panting.

"Why do you have such a big house?" Charlie asked, hunching over to catch his breath.

"No sign of Joseph," Mike said, breathing heavily. He collapsed into a wooden chair and McGonagall appeared with the Twins.

"How did she get here?" McGonagall inquired, getting to her knees.

"She apparated… but she's only thirteen." The phone rang. Oliver grabbed the phone off of Hermione's bedside table.

"Speak to me. Oh, really? …Uh huh… yeah. Sure. Mione, it's for you… one of the Patil sisters. Talking so damn fast I couldn't understand." Hermione took the phone and went out of the room, shaking her head.

"I'm getting Theo," Blaise said, still slightly in shock, and apparated back to his place. Mike looked back at Marie thoughtfully, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, hands formed in a knuckle underneath his chin. He reached over with his left to un-clench Marie's hand. A ring came tumbling out with the initial M on it, accompanied with a snake. He picked it up and handed it to Oliver.

"Could be Malfoy, Macnair, McCabe…" Oliver looked up from examining the ring.

"How do you know so many Death Eaters, Mike?" Mike shook his head and looked away just as Hermione came in.

"That was Parvati."

"What'd she call for?" Oliver asked, standing up.

"Some rubbish for the Quibbler. So that's Marie?"

"That's Marie," Oliver confirmed, wrapping his arms around Hermione. Mike stood up, touching Marie's hand once and left the room. Seconds later, Blaise, Theodore and, surprisingly, Madison Plummer.

"Oh, fuck," Theo said, moving up towards the bed. "Who – when – what – where – why – how-"

"Breathe, Theo, breathe," Blaise murmured, kneeling beside him. "He's her god brother," he explained to Oliver and Hermione. Hermione began to exit the room, but Oliver grabbed her wrist and pulled her close.

"Where're you going?"

"I feel sick," she replied weakly. Oliver kissed her gently on the lips before letting her run to the washroom.

"What are you doing here, Maddie?" he asked. Madison looked up at Theodore and smiled shyly, quickly casting her gaze back down to the floor. He rolled his eyes and walked out of the room.

"Are you okay?" he inquired, slipping into the washroom behind Hermione. She vomited once more before whimpering. "Aw…" Oliver held her hair away from her face and rubbed her back in comfort. "It'll all be over in two months…"

"Screw you," Hermione muttered. Oliver laughed and 'oOooOoh'ed'.

"I have seriously never heard you say that before." He hugged her tightly and poured her a glass of water. She quickly drained it and brushed her teeth. "Does your tummy feel better?"

"My tummy feels better," Hermione replied with a small smile. Oliver grinned and pressed his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and took a seat in his lap.

"OWWWWWWWIEEEE!" They broke apart with a groan.

"Keeper, I swear, you bite him again and I'll get Oliver to disown you."

Ungrateful creep. He was choking you.

"Ever heard of 'kidding around'?"

No.

"You're about five words away from getting your head bitten off." Oliver and Hermione smiled at each other and walked back to the room, their arms draped over the other's shoulders. Mike and Keeper were still yelling at each other, so they walked past them and towards Marie in the bed.

Ooh, I think Oliver got some.

"…In like, five minutes, Keeper? I don't think so… even I'm not that good," Oliver said with a smirk. Hermione rolled her eyes and lightly pushed Oliver away. He smiled widely, and then plopped down on the floor beside Blaise. "Is my Blaisey Poo okay?"

"…What did you call me?" A small smile got through his defenses and he looked towards the ground. He grasped the pocket of his jeans and stood up. "I'll be right back."

"No, don't go. We need to take her to Mungo's," McGonagall said. She conjured a stretcher and levitated Marie on it.

"It's far too dangerous to apparate her there. She could get splinched," Oliver muttered.

"Are you calling me amateur, Wood?"

"No, Professor McGonagall." McGonagall rolled her eyes and apparated, taking Marie with her. Blaise soon followed, then everyone else.

Oliver looked at Hermione. Hermione looked at Oliver. They were in the waiting room. Oliver pointed at Hermione.

"You. Me. Lap. Now." Hermione laughed and jumped onto his lap. He kissed her cheek and leaned back on the chair.

Ginny had fallen asleep against Blaise's shoulder, Madison and Theo were cuddling in a corner and everyone else had gone home. It was already one in the morning. Blaise put a charm so Ginny's head would stay in place and walked outside.

"Hermione, promise me our son – well, your son, but my son in a way – will be kick-ass, just like me."

"Why are you so random?"

"I don't know… but it's coming closer, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." She kissed him and sighed. He pulled her closer and nipped at her ear. She laughed and pushed him away, smiling.

"Gross, PDA," Mike grumbled.

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

"You're stupid."

"I think I told you to shut up."

"I'm pretty sure I told you to shut up too, white boy."

"You're white, too!"

"So?" Oliver asked flung a copy of the Quibbler at his brother. "Shut up, we're in a hospital, loser."

"Leave me alone," Mike said with a fake glare and pulled headphones over his head.

"Stop raping me!" Theo yelled. Oliver's and Hermione's heads shot up and saw Madison rolling on the ground in a fit of giggles.

"Uh… Zabini Party?" the receptionist called. Oliver stood up with Hermione.

"I'll go grab Blaise. What room?"

"Two-four-three." Oliver nodded, took his jacket and walked outside, where he found Blaise, squatting and smoking.

"We got called in," he said, pulling the jacket on. Blaise nodded and took another drag.

"I'll come, just give me a minute." Oliver sat down on the floor next to Blaise and pushed him off balance. Blaise gave him an agitated look.

"Sorry, I'm bored." Blaise balled his fist up and sent it down. "Aaaaaah!" Oliver grasped his… little Ollie… and cringed. He tried to say something, but it only came out in gasps, groans and cries of pain. "Why – why –"

"Sorry, I'm bored." As Oliver moaned in pain, Blaise stood up and put his cigarette out. "Come on, I wanna see my sister. Take my fucking hand, damn it." Oliver stood up with difficulty and limped inside behind Blaise.

"You… are… a bitch. Why would you do that?"

"I told you, I was bored."

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