Summary: Hermione and her husband, Blaise, seek help from an old friend and enemy. Dramionaise, DMHGBZ.

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"Mr. and Mrs. Zabini…

I regret to inform you that your test results have proven your infertility, Mr. Zabini. You two will be unable to have a baby together, but if you could consider a donor, Mrs. Zabini-"

Hermione cut him off rudely. "What do you mean? There is no possible way for you to fix my husband?" She patted Blaise's knee. "Sorry, love, I know you're not broken."

"Please, ma'am, there isn't anything that can be done about the situation. If you want to have a child with the physical traits of your husband, we could find you a close donor-"

"I don't care what you have to do. You will find me a way for my husband to be the biological father of my child. I don't care if you use a spell or a potion or even some Muggle technology, you will get me what I want before I hex you." Her voice was rising rapidly and the doctor looked to Blaise for reassurance. Blaise just shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'she's the boss, better listen.'

"There is this new technology that we've been considering, but it hasn't been tested yet and we'd need a donor. If you don't mind my asking, sir, what your blood status is?"

"Pureblood," Hermione jumped at the bit. (A/N: I know Blaise is really a half-blood but for this story I needed him to be pureblood to work.)

"Here's how the basic idea would work. We would find a donor with the same blood type and replace his DNA in the sperm with some we collected from you, Mr. Zabini. It would get the gender from the donor father, you know, the X and Y, but it would have your traits."

"Why pureblood?" Hermione questioned the doctor. Blaise had been content with keeping his mouth shut the whole day. His Cara could take care of everything.

"Well, we've never tried this before. It's an idea that's been running through our heads for ages, but we want to be as sure as possible that the child wouldn't be affected by the change in blood of the DNA it gets switched to."

Hermione contemplated this in her head and looked at Blaise. They had this way of seeing what the other was planning in their eyes. He nodded slightly and she turned back to the doctor. "We'll do it."

"Now, we can have a random donor selected, or you can find the donor you prefer, as long as they're pureblood and proven fertile, for instance if they have a family history of many children."

Hermione turned to Blaise doubtfully. "Well, I could ask a Weasley…"

"Fuck no, Hermione. I'm not going to disturb what's left of my pride by announcing to a bunch of gingers who hate us that I am incapable of knocking you up. Plus, the Weasels who still talk to you will change their peaceful ways after you ask them that."

Her heart ached at his words. Harry and Ron hadn't spoken to her since she'd invited them to her wedding. They hadn't even suspected she'd known Blaise, or was even dating anyone after the war and to them, fucking a Slytherin was dishonourable.

"I know who to ask. He'll say yes to me."

"I DON'T WANT THAT MUGGLE HATING ARSE OR HIS SPAWN ANYWHERE NEAR ME!" she shrieked. He waited patiently for her to calm down before he pointed out that the sperm would be implanted with his own DNA and that the Muggle hating arse wouldn't need to go near her or be in any part of the baby.

"Ok," she agreed after a moment. "But you are asking him, and no matter what he asks for, don't make any deals with him. Leave if he does, because I know him and I will not get on my knees and beg to him for his semen! It's just, well, weird!"

"I'll take care of it."

The doctor had been listening quite carefully to the conversation. "If you could have samples within two weeks, that would be great. When you bring them we can take a blood sample from Mr. Zabini and start working on it."

Blaise nodded to him and held out his arm for Hermione. She took it, and they Apparated back to the Zabini manor. When they arrived he kissed her goodbye. "I'll go talk to him now. Sooner is better than later. Putting it off will make it harder." Blaise disappeared and she fell to the couch, sighing.

*DMHGBZ*

Draco Malfoy was slightly surprised to see his former friend show up. He'd left the wards around the manor up, but since they had been little the castle could recognize a Zabini and allowed them access.

"Hello, blood traitor and consort of scum. I thought I'd never see your face again. Have you realized your love for me and decided to leave that bushy haired mongrel?"

Blaise reached out and slammed his fist into Draco's stomach. "She is not a mongrel and you will watch your tongue. I came here to ask a favor, since I remember that you owe me a few. I'm… God, this is awkward. I can't have kids. I'm infertile."

"You need a donor? God no I'm not putting my DNA through that!"

"Not your DNA, mine. There's this experiment they want to try and we need pureblood sperm to be on the safe side for this. It's a new idea and we're, well, test subjects."

"What's in it for me? Lack of a child and giving up parts of me? Would there be any chance of it being my child? Or a child of mine being created and then killed and replaced?"

"Please, Draco. It means a lot to us. It wouldn't be your child because they're taking out your DNA and putting mine in, then it meets with the egg so your spawn won't even be created. As for what you want, we'll do anything."

"Anything?"

Blaise nodded, so Draco pretended to be thinking hard about it. He pulled Blaise's head towards him and kissed him fiercely. Blaise let Draco's tongue push through his lips with a sigh, then Draco pulled away.

"I want what we had in Hogwarts. I want us. Whenever I want. And I don't care about her; I only insulted her because of my jealousy. I don't care if she knows about us either. Do you agree?"

Blaise thought about it for a while. He weighed the options: getting back with Draco versus cheating on Hermione, and having children versus being Draco's whore. He turned to the blond who wasn't smirking for once in his life, but had a soft smile of- was it compassion?

Blaise hadn't known the snake was capable of love, but maybe he was wrong about his friend and former lover.

"Fine."

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