So, I know I'm bad about updating after three reviews, but you all jumping at the bit to review doesn't give me time to write anything new. So, once again, Harry Potter is not mine, it is J.K. Rowlings (but I'm petitioning for ownership of Draco and Blaise(;)

If you reviewed on my last chapter your responses are here:

PRINCE-ASH'S-GIRL: Thanks for your review! I think based on Dramionaise stories, she's the luckiest girl ever. I wouldn't mind being her in a Dramione either.

Tfobmv18: Thanks for reviewing, I can't wait to see what happens either! If only the author would update…

Voldyismyfather: Do not be worried, more is coming. Eventually. Thanks for reviewing.

Xodreamerskyes: I figured I should plan it out so I don't end up getting writer's block, an outline of sorts.

Xxfreexx: Not yet, sorry. But keep up with the story and you'll get some. It needs to be a little more gradual, I think.

IGOTEAMEDWARD: Thank you, I think the author is a genius. She's so talented, it should be illegal.

NoodleSRox.x: I think she's in charge, I've always seen them that way. I don't think they have sexual importance, like neither one is better there. I would have left Blaise, but that's not an option for her. Thanks for reviewing!

inkImpressions: I agree, I only wish she would update faster. She's so slowwww.

Previously on Eggs:

"As long as you still love me, I don't need kids. We can do this."

"I'll talk to Draco tonight."

"You look beautiful, Cara. I might jump you before we step foot in the Manor." She rolled her eyes at him and held her arm out to him. He took it gladly and made a quick pivot. Hermione barely had time to hold her breath before they were on the threshold to Malfoy Manor.

They waited at the door for a moment, until Draco himself came to let them in. He was dressed handsomely in black dress robes and his longish hair slicked back. He had a happy grin on his face when he saw them.

"I knew you wanted my library, Mrs. Zabini. You haven't changed a bit." He should have noticed her better mood, the way they clutched each other for longer than they would have had they still been fighting. Even the grim look on Blaise's face would have indicated something happened, if he hadn't been so blind and not seen it.

They stepped into the house excitedly, Hermione almost forgetting what Blaise was going to say to Draco. Their break-up of sorts. They hadn't really been together, not while Blaise was married. It didn't count to her. She didn't want to think of the idea of being cheated on, being the one left broken and shattered and hopeless when her husband left. Especially if he left her for another man.

Blaise was just confused. His heart tore him in two different directions, follow one love or the other. It was so fucking hard and he wished he could have them both. He could just see the way Draco was inwardly bouncing. He never showed it, being a Malfoy, but Blaise knew his friend well. Hermione seemed to be glowing. She would never forget this, but she was trying her best to block it out.

If anyone else had been in the house, they might have noticed the tension surrounding the three. There were only a few house elves, something Hermione was upset by, but she assumed Draco was a better Master than his father, the crazy Death Eater. She also noticed how Draco carefully led them the long way through the Manor, avoiding the parlor Bellatrix Lestrange had tortured her in. She was grateful that he did.

"If you want to follow me, Zabinis, my beautiful library is this way. Up the stairs and second door." They followed him into the large room, bigger than the library at Hogwarts or any, Muggle or magic, that Hermione had ever seen. She let out a small gasp and ran to the bookshelves. Draco moved to go to another shelf, but Blaise stopped him.

"We need to talk." Draco's smile faded a bit and he took a deep breath. He walked out of the room with Blaise close on his heels. When they were in the hallway, he folded his arms and faced the Italian man.

"What?"

"I can't do this to her, Draco."

Those were the words Draco was dreading, the ones he knew was coming. They struck his heart. He had never been as close to anyone as he was Blaise and being without his lover was a shattering blow.

"I talked to her, Draco. We don't need a donor anymore, we're okay with just each other and I can't stand seeing her the way she was, crying her eyes out. You know how long I loved her, I can't screw that up because of you! Even if I love you like crazy, this is a choice I had to choose her for." Draco blinked. He wouldn't let himself cry. The other man turned away.

"Wait!" The blond cried out. Blaise turned back. "I'll donate. On one condition."

"Your last condition nearly destroyed my marriage, Draco."

"One last time. Just for old times. Then you'll get my sperm whenever you want and you and your wife can avoid me the rest of the time. I wish you wouldn't though. I'd love to meet your kids." At the end, his voice slowly faded away. Blaise looked at him, shocked. Both by the proposition itself and the fact that he was considering it.

"One time?" His voice cracked and Draco fought back a smirk.

"One time." Blaise's throat closed up on him and all he could do was nod his head to Draco. Hermione wanted kids. It couldnt hurt, she didnt need to know. One time wouldn't hurt anyone.

Draco grasped Blaise's robes and pushed him into a wall. He settled his lips onto the Italian man's. Blaise quickly glanced at the door to the library, then pulled Draco away. He led him quietly to the bedroom closest, which was far enough away his Cara wouldn't hear them but close enough so he could get this over with.

It wasn't like he didn't love Hermione or Draco. But he needed to be normal, for Hermione and for his future kids.

Blaise settled onto the bed in the room and Draco straddled his legs. Even though he had chosen Hermione, Blaise couldn't help but moan. Draco grinned and pushed his hips into Blaise. Blaise flipped Draco upside down so the blond was on the bottom. He then shed his dress robes and resumed kissing the Malfoy heir.

Malfoy carefully positioned Blaise so he was leaning over the bed. He pulled down Blaise's pants halfway, his underwear with them. Blaise hissed as the cold air in the Manor hit his skin. He heard Draco undo his own clothes and the sound and thougt that came with it aroused him.

He could feel the other mans hardness against his thighs and his ass. Blaise easily remembered the feeling, from their school days together. Draco caressed his face and pushed his hair back before thrusting into him quickly.

"Scopata!" He said. "Ti odio, bastardo!" Draco loved it when Blaise swore at him in Italian.

"Right back at you." Draco told him, rocking back and forth in the other man.

They both froze when they heard a gasp in the doorway. Blaise shot away from Draco when he realized it was Hermione. "Cara..." He trailed off. She stormed away from him and he caught a glimpse of the tears that had formed in her eyes. Draco still couldn't move.

"I'm so sorry Blaise..." The other man turned towards him, his Italian-bred wrath revealing itself.

"This is your fault! If you had just given me that one favor, one thing you wouldn't even miss, this wouldn't have happened!" He slumped to the ground and put his face in his hands.

"I'll got talk to her Blaise, I swear I'll fix this. I didn't mean for this." He stumbled out of the room.

Draco found Hermione on the stairs by the library. She was crying her eyes out and he pitied her. He pitied her because Blaise was all she had, and he was taking that and because she seemed so different now than the war hero he went to school with.

"Hermione." She looked up. "I'm sorry that I've done this. I never meant to hurt you, I know Blaise is yours and he loves you more than he loves me, thats why he wants you to have kids. I'm sorry."

She ignored him and he took a deep breath before he continued.

"You... you can join us."

First I want to apologize for taking so long. I was in the middle of Blaise and Draco's scene two weeks ago when my dog died. If you haven't seen my profile, I mentioned that it was tearing me apart and I couldn't even turn my computer on. Her name was Riza. And I'm crying as I type this again.

Basically, I've tried to commit suicide twice. My girlfriend comes back from work and I'm always so screwed up. Usually I'm curled up somewhere having a breakdown. One time I slit my wrists, the other time I borrowed some of her meds and mixed them with mine. She always got back in time to save me though. And she's helping me so much, even though that involves locks on everything in our apartment. And I need my knife back really bad, but I'm not going to for her.

I know this is short. And a cliff hanger. Sorry again.

I don't know when and how often I'll update this or CBTS. I'm trying, honestly. But everything reminds me of Riza. If it takes me awhile, please don't freak. Please don't leave me. I'll try to update.

Anyways, two more review replies.

SapninSkid: Thanks. Flashbacks are my way of filling in all the gaps in my writing. Cuz there are alot.

Saru: Thanks. Drao is one of my favorite characters. I always see him as being impish, and troublesome.

Thank you for sticking with this. All of you.