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A/N: Again, there are two of us writing this lovely little ditty. And, to be honest, our curiousity has gotten the better of us. We would like for all of you who review, to let us know how -you- think we're co-writing this. Then we'll give the winner, if there is one, some cookies or something. Or pie. I make a wicked apple pie. Cheerio and on with the fic!

"Wait, wait, wait." Draco said, sitting up straight and grabbing for his glass of pumpkin juice, "I really don't want to hear about your sex life Zabini."

Pansy winked at Blaise, "I dunno Dray, I wouldn't mind hearing about it, personally."

Blaise laughed. "Well you did want to hear about the 'big' event." Blaise giggled. "Didn't you Mr. Malfoy-Potter?"

"Next time, I do believe I'll be more specific." Draco replied, wrinkling his nose.

"Oh come on Draco, don't be so stuffy. Marriage life is making you into such a prude." Pansy said, crossing her arms and eyes.

Draco frowned, "It is not."

Blaise crossed his arms in mimic of Pansy's. "She's got a point there, when we were younger you loved to hear about the 'big' things that happened to be in me." Blaise said a matter-of-factly.

Draco shrugged a shoulder, "So things change. If I recall, I didn't want to hear about your exploits the last time we were together either."

Blaise looked to Pansy. "Is that true? I don't remember hearing an objection."

Pansy laughed, "I don't know Blaise. As -I- recall, Draco was a bit busy with diaper duty at the time. I don't think we really saw much of him at all."

Blaise's nose wrinkled. "Ew, How can you stand to have kids Drake! They smell, they're messy, they pull your hair, and barf all over you." Blaise shivered. "I'm never having kids. If I want an heir I'll become a very rich uncle to one of your kids." Blaise smiled evilly. "You don't happen to have a boy do you?"

"That depends. What should it matter to -you- whether I've got a boy or not?" Draco asked.

Pansy looked back and forth between her two friends and stood up, "If you'll excuse me from your conversation, I need to use the little girls room." She started towards the hallway, "Don't start the game without me now, boys."

Blaise nodded once and looked back at Draco. "I like boys better." He paused and then cut Draco off before he could say anymore. "You do know that she left her cards here unattended for all the world to see." Blaise's evil grin turned into a wide grin that showed his teeth, in an evil way.

Draco's grin matched Blaise's in size, "That's very true. Dare you."

"How much?"

Draco tapped his finger against his chin, "Hm, lets say, since Pansy can't lie worth shit, you do it and I'll throw the next hand after getting Pans to throw most of her money."

Blaise tapped his nose. "Get me a picture of Harry and the kids smiling and that will do it." Blaise reached over the table. "It's my ass on the line you know."

Draco nodded, his grin lightening down into a proud smile, "I can do that. Harry insists on family portraits every year, so I have a few on hand." He half stood and leaned over the card table, "So?"

Blaise flipped the cards over and shook his head. "Fours." He mumbled.

Draco flopped back into his chair, fanning himself in fake relief, "It could be much worse you know."

"Yeah, she could have my cards." Blaise smirked.

"Should I take that as a hint?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

Blaise smiled and put his hands up in the air. "I dunno."

It was all Draco could do to keep from laughing, "Merlin, I missed your sense of humor. Next time we decide to wait 4 years before getting together again, we should at least write more."

"I think we should have a picnic."

"Oh, did I hear someone say picnic? I absolutely love picnics!" Pansy all but squealed as she walked back into the dining room/living room combo.

Blaise looked over at Draco and smiled again as if to say, 'do I have perfect timing or what.'

Draco shook his head and turned towards Pansy, resting his arm over the back of his chair, "Yes, you heard picnic. And could I get a refill here love?"

Pansy frowned slightly, but grabbed the jug of juice off the island. She handed it off before sitting back down, "So? What's this about a picnic? Who's going? Where's it gunna be? When's it gunna be? What're we gunna bring?"

"Pans, love, I just threw out the idea, you know, to see the twins and Harry again." Blaise smiled.

"I know that Blaise, but you have to plan these things out. You know, in advance. Take in all the variables. Weather, availability, that sort of thing." Pansy said, resting her lower arms on the table.

Blaise shook his head and smiled. "So big man, I heard you have another kid we don't know about."

Draco nodded and his 'proud papa' smile returned, "I do."

Blaise waited for a second. "Well?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, his intent to bait Blaise a bit noticeable one his face, "Well what?"

Blaise pouted. "Well, aren't you going to tell us your happy stories of love and devotion so we can throw up and get it over with?"

Pansy frowned at Blaise, "Stuff it, Zabini. I happen to like those kinds of stories."

Blaise laughed. "Well I've been in the birthing rooms and I'll tell you it's not as sweet as you think it is." He shivered. "Plus I'm a heartless Slytherin and your a Hufflepuff in Slytherin clothes."

Pansy sniffed and, choosing to ignore Blaise, turned to Draco, "So? Are you going to tell us about your newest bundle of joy?"

Draco nodded, "Well, you know that when we last split ways I was working on that deal with that shit music company off of Diagon Alley?"

Blaise nodded. "Vaguely."

"Well, a couple of days after our get-together I was enjoying an ice cream at Fortesques, working on one of my piano pieces...