Chapter 20:

Buckets that Clang and Dreams that Frighten

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Blaise smiled and sighed at the prone form before him, entwined with bed sheets and snoring softly. Mockingly he thought of how the unfortunate being resembled an angel, lying there so peacefully…

The moment ending, Blaise's smile twisted into a wicked grin.

"Oh Terry dear," he sang into said boy's ear, "wakey wakey darling."

The now identified boy rolled over in his slumber while smacking his lips and muttering nonsense about Hermione and inter-species relations with the Ministry.

Eyes narrowing, Blaise resorted to less polite means in order to awaken a certain Ravenclaw.

Terry sat bolt upright sputtering as water dripped off of his now soaked figure. In the meantime, Blaise threw a bucket out of sight with the muttered outrages of Anthony Goldstein following its decided clang against his head.

Terry dreaded the moment in which he would have to acknowledge the presence of his would-be attacker, he hoped against hope that it was not Murrieta Edgecombe come to once again bemoan the condition of her "perfect" face and accuse his Hermione of all kinds of ridiculous things.

Losing concentration at the mere thought of his bushy-haired goddess he began to salivate and completely forgot the presence of any others…including a fuming Slytherin by his bedside.

Blaise sighed and tapped his foot impatiently on the plushy carpeted floor. Making a note that the Ravenclaw dormitories were far nicer than Slytherins, he looked at his watch wearily; it had been a long night.

Deciding he had endured enough when Terry attempted to snog his pillow on which written in precise block lettering was "Hermione" upon muggle duck tape, Blaise yanked the pillow from Terry and proceeded to hit him over the head with it…multiple times.

Making another note that clubbing a person over the head with a fluffy object did absolutely nothing to harm them, Blaise released the pillow and yanked Terry up off of his bed by his collared nightshirt.

"Boot," he muttered hatefully while glaring at the frightened boy, "We've got some business to settle."

Terry blinked lazily and attempted to identify the being in front of him.

'Slytherin,' he observed, giving the boy's uniform an once-over. 'My age, not Malfoy…'

He paused, finding that the stranger's name was far beyond his range of thought.

"Who are you again?"

Blaise sighed and dropped Terry back on his bed, the white sheets making a puff around him.

"Blaise. Blaise Zabini."

Terry blinked and pondered the name.

"Blaise Zabini. Nope, I don't know you. Why are you here?"

"To speak to you about H-Granger."

"Oh," Terry managed to hold back his drool and lovesick sighs, "Why?"

"You've been exuding a certain amount of unhealthy interest in Miss Granger, Boot. Very unhealthy," he paused for dramatics, "for you that is."

Terry clutched the sheets to his body and quivered at the words, "H-how's that?"

Blaise's grin grew menacing as he slowly neared Terry, stopping only when he could whisper in his ear.

"Things happen, Boot. Accidents happen, if you know what I mean…"

And with that he left, a certain flounce in his step Terry would have noted if his attention hadn't been stolen by the goose bumps on his arms and his rather wet bed.

Sitting primly on the loveseat Terry beckoned her to, Hermione fidgeted with her teacup and saucer nervously.

A creak was heard as the parlor door opened slowly, and suddenly Hermione couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't listen to the ridiculous conversation Terry was attempting to have with her. All she could do was stare…

Blaise gave a boyish grin at the loud creak and chuckled, "I'll have to fix that now won't I dear?"

Hermione's heart thumped in her chest as Blaise neared the couple on the couch. Holding out his arms, his gaze settled on his lover.

"Darling, I missed you so."

Feeling faint, Hermione readied herself for his embrace…

"I missed you too love."

Terry flung himself into Blaise's arms, crying hysterically as Blaise tried to calm him.

Hermione stared wide-eyed as the two men embraced and fell to the floor in a dead-faint when Terry's stomach grew and he announced himself pregnant.

Looking with minimal interest at the girl on the floor, Blaise shifted Terry slightly, "Darling, I didn't know we had company."

Hermione screamed, the horror of that last image refusing to leave her. Still crying hysterically her roommates tried to calm her.

"Hermione, what's the matter. Is it the Snape dream again?"

"N-no," she stuttered, "It was Terry Boot-"

"Oh! That gorgeous Ravenclaw? I could just-"

"And Blaise Zabini-"

"Mmmm…" Lavender's eyelids fluttered as she clutched her hands to her heart.

"T-together and pregnant," she finished and then proceeded to wail and curl into a vulnerable position.

"Oh no," Parvarti remarked while patting Hermione on the back, "What a loss, eh Lavender?"

Lavender just nodded and then fell over wailing in sync with Hermione.

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