Disclaimer: Go read chapter one if you really can't figure it out. Must I do everything?

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He had fallen asleep at his desk. Again.

Blaise Zabini let out a sigh, and sat down in the chair opposite the grand wooden desk. Carefully he eased the pile of paperwork he'd been holding down onto the floor beside him.

There wasn't any room on the table, what with sleeping head, four unsteady piles of books, two overflowing 'in' trays, and other scattered sheets of paper that were probably immaculately organized, for all that they looked like they'd been thrown there in a fit of rage.

Blaise yawned, and leaned back in the chair. If his papers were at all important, he'd have woken his friend up. But they contained nothing he didn't already know. The usual members of their organization were making trouble on the inside, and the usual members of outside organizations were making trouble on the outside. Life continued, in other words.

There was only one sheet in the entire stack that pertained at all to the subject that had kept everyone on edge for the past month, and its message could be summed up in a sentence.

This sentence being: We don't know anything.

So, better to let him sleep, and give him his disappointment when he was at least rested for it.

Blaise yawned again, blinking sleepily at the office. Honestly, he was tired too. He hadn't slept in…hmm… well, he had slumped against the wall when he was waiting for Rupert to deliver his report in the kitchen for about… fifteen minutes.

That was two days ago.

Thank god for the full pots of extremely caffeinated coffee stationed in every office. He'd tied his own mug to a loop in his pants with a bit of string. It had got to be too much of a bother to keep having to dash for a mug every twenty minutes, and annoying to trek down to the kitchens to search for a clean one. Caffeine was a wonderful comfort, especially when you felt like your head was about to explode from fatigue and worry.

They were coming soon. It was unbelievable that the Order was sending them with so little doubt or caution, but they were coming.

They're desperate, Blaise thought grimly They're just dying to know what we're up to here. He couldn't blame them. The whole reason why he'd come to Greenland was because he'd been curious. That, and the fact that all his old friends had vanished there just after the Battle. They'd been willing to accept him, for all that he'd somehow missed the actual epic and unforgettable fight.

It was strange how he'd missed it, actually. He'd been violently sick the whole week before it happened, having drunk what he thought was a love potion from Diana Cyrrus, but what had actually been a bottle of dissolving potion that someone had left on a table. By the time he'd managed to get to the Hospital Wing, most of his torso was empty. He'd been shipped off to Saint Mungo's, and had only heard about the Battle afterwards.

And there he'd read the list of names of those who'd died in it. It had taken place at the school, but there were so many people… so many students…and the outsiders that had arrived in the middle of it…the Daily Prophet (what was left of it) had printed, as one of their greatest issues, a special edition which showed the pictures and names of those who'd died, as well as information on those missing or injured. Blaise had read the packet and cried, for the people he'd loved on both sides. And he'd screamed at the nurse who came in to calm him down, and had thrown all that he could reach from his position in the bed.

To this day he couldn't decide which side he'd have fought on, if he was there. But he didn't broadcast that often. Not here. It was a little dangerous to show even the slightest bit of doubt here.

He needed more coffee. He only got this wrapped up in the past when he was sleepy.

He stretched, and peered at the sleeping head in front of him.

He still couldn't understand how this man had wrapped the whole organization around his finger. You'd never be able to tell from his behavior at school, but he was a fantastic leader. And actually quite a genius, with an amazing gift for people skills. People who he thought worth his while, anyway. Not everything had changed since he was a boy. And the people here worshipped him. He was more human than the Dark Lord, they said.

And they meant this as actually a good thing.

Blaise privately thought it was just because of his looks. Everybody loves a blond evil man.

The blonde head itself shifted, and groaned.

"What time is it?" it muttered into a file on possible weapon imports from Madrid, keeping itself firmly planted on the desk.

Blaise consulted his watch, and stood "About three."

"In the afternoon?"

"Sorry. In the morning."

The head rose, and glared grumpily at Blaise "Then what're you doing here?"

"Is it my fault you're a slave driver?" Blaise asked dryly. He pointed to the pile of paper next to the chair "There're the reports on all our favorite people in an out, and one scrap on the Order's people coming to join us."

The other man grunted, and got to his feet stiffly. He stumbled over to a wash pan in the corner and splashed his face with the freezing water.

"What does it say?" he asked, shivering

"That there're two of them, and that they were at the Battle," Blaise shrugged "Nothing we didn't know before. Do you need a towel, or something?"

He was ignored, as usual.

"Why don't we have anything? We should know something by now! They're coming tomorrow, for god's sake!"

Hmm. Yes, he seemed more awake now.

"Today actually. It being three o'clock, it's actually tomorrow already."

The 'King' of the King's Rebels moaned, and sank back into the chair

"Zabini, this is… it's…"

"Yes?"

"Nevermind." He sighed, and rubbed his eyes with his fists

Blaise frowned at him "Don't push yourself too hard. We've still got a long way to go, and this week is going to be—"

"—Hell. Yes, I know that. Do you think I don't?" he waved a hand at him, and sighed "Go get some coffee for me, will you? I need to wake up."

Blaise nodded, and left.

Draco Malfoy watched him leave, and then let his head fall back onto the desk with a thud.

"Today is only going to get worse, isn't it?" he mumbled to himself, just before fully committing himself to getting back to sleep. He felt like it was possibly the only sleep he would be able to get for the next six months.

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A/N: bua ha ha ha! The mastermind has been revealed! Now the mind-fucking can REALLY begin! Eternal thanks to Rachel J Lupin, who has reviewed just about EVERY chapter, and who makes this whole thing even more fun! And I kinda want you guys to review too. Just to tell me (honestly) what you think. I can take it, I swear!