Chapter 3
Blaise Zabini
Later in the Evening, the group of adults with a small child found themselves in the headmistress's office. This time Blaise Zabini joined them.
Blaise wasn't the part of the conversation, he knew, he was just there to take his daughter, Islet, home. Yet the look on his wife's face told him she couldn't go through, whatever was coming, alone. So he had stayed.
He then put Islet at the corner of the Headmistress's office, which she called, an ode to Prof. Dumbledore. There were lots of chocolate treats and lots of eccentric sparkly objects that Blaise didn't have time to examine, but knew Islet will go through all of them and let him know in minute detail. She might even draw them if he found anything hard to understand. He felt like it was a good place for a little girl to explore and not hear anything which she wasn't supposed to. Still he put a silencing charm around the area. They could see her yet she won't hear a thing. He also gave her a practice wand which will send coloured glittering sparks into the air.
When he came back to join the group, he took a seat next to Ginny at the table.
At the head of which sat Minerva McGonagall, on one side of her sat head of the three houses, Professor Flitwick, Neville Longbottom and Teddy Lupin. The place where House Slytherin's head would have sat, remained empty. Raisancoat being removed already and charged.
On the other side of Head mistress sat Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny and then Blaise himself. On the other end of the table sat a man, Blaise Recognised yet couldn't place a name.
"Mr. Zabini. Even though I didn't expect, I am glad you joined us. A reliable third party perspective on the present matter will only serve well I presume."
The headmistress nodded to him with a smile, then she gestured to the man at the other end of the table.
"This is Mr. Shacket, he is the Head of the Governing body of Hogwarts."
Then she turned to the group.
"As I was saying a meeting has already been held of School governing committee. Few of the decisions made concerned our issue at hand. Since it was such a sensitive issue, it was deemed better that only the head of the committee stay to let you know of the points that concern you. Trustee Malfoy being the exception Ofcourse, who already spoke many points on behalf of the students involved and is already aware of them." Then she looked at Mr. Shacket, who took over.
"As we are all well aware of the predicament that we all find ourselves in the moment, the committee raised several concerns that might have gone unnoticed, if this predicament wouldn't have happened.
Anyway the first topic I will like to shed light on is that, the previous head of Slytherin had been arrested and is awaiting his trial. It was of utmost importance that the position to be replaced as quickly as possible. Therefore, given that too much press would impact the futures of the students it was held that, Trustee Malfoy will take the position as The Head of the House of Slytherin as well as the Potions professor's post.
It was also found that since his familial relation to Miss Potter and Mr. Malfoy; it would help them, if the mentioned students decide to continue their studies here."
Everyone looked at Draco except Harry, who as it seemed already knew.
"There was one more issue that might concern you, the Headmistress will tell you about it. I should take my leave." He rose from his chair and took his leave with a formal bow. The stiffness of his expression showed the extreme stress the man felt.
...
When the man left, they were left alone. The Headmistress rose up and transfigured the Formal rectangular table into a little circular one. All of them rose up and adjusted themselves around the table. It no longer seemed to be as official a meeting as it seemed with the other man's presence. Now the remaining were an intimate group, they had known each over the years, very closely. Now it seemed like family and friends getting together to discuss the issues of the day.
"So the issue at hand that I wanted to bring to all of your attention is, the Wizarding Law states that an underage person will be deemed to be an adult if he or she is expecting a child of their own. This helps them to make decisions for their child, without being questioned on legalities over them performing any acts or contracts.
Therefore, whatever decisions to be made further on will have to involve Mr. Malfoy and Miss Potter.
Yet as I have know all of you for so long, I dare say that they are only children. Their decisions may not be as sound as it should, and they will need continuous guidance. Hence one of the reasons we thought Mr. Draco Malfoy being around them will be a good idea, as the Teaching staff.
Although, the further dynamic is that they might choose to leave the school, but in my opinion, it would be best that you encourage them to stay in school. As it is school policy that any student no matter, if more than 17 years of age, will be treated as an underage person and will be answerable to a guardian or parent.
I hope you understand what I am getting at."
"Scorpius is already an adult." Teddy Lupin spoke up. "The rules and all already doesn't apply to him."
"No, Teddy. Scorpius's 17th birthday is 3 months away. So Lily and Scorpius are both 16 and underage." Draco answered.
Minerva looked at the parents.
"So what do you think about letting Miss. Potter continue her year, as she is not even a month pregnant and by the time school is over she will we four months along and still won't be showing."
Blaise saw Harry stiffen. He himself felt Ginny's hand holding on to his tightly, as they all thought it over. More than that Blaise felt for Potter. Though they have been friends of sorts, and have been for years now, they haven't been that close. Yet he felt a surge of sympathy for the guy.
Blaise didn't have very much in common with Harry Potter, yet fates keeps bring them in the situations where Blaise feel like a mirror of the man. First sharing his best friend with the man, and then he himself marrying the other man's ex wife. And Now he could feel sympathy and anger on his behalf, being a father himself.
He looked at his little girl in the silent corner. She was skipping through the aisles and sending colourful sparks out of her wand. She looked like a fairy from a wonderland. Blaise heart contracted.
He never ever wanted to be in Harry Potter's shoes. Ever.
"What about the year after that? Lily can't attend the final year, with a baby."
Ginny asked the headmistress, who remained silent.
"I think I might have a solution. I have already suggested it to the Committee and they have consented, if the parents and Miss Potter agree." Draco spoke up.
Everyone looked at him expectantly.
"Lily is exceptional at her studies. She is already attending NEWT level Potions and have already passed the OWLS the year before. If Lily can catch up with the previous semester studies, she can give her NEWTS this year itself. Hence graduating a year early. Then she will be free to attend to the child along with Scorpius, once their studies are done."
Harry was still silent, lost in thought.
"I don't believe it to be wise to put on so much pressure on one student, to prepare for both OWLS and NEWTS." The headmistress told the group. "Least of all a pregnant one."
Draco argued though, seemingly on behalf of both Harry and Ginny.
"Lily is an exceptional student, on which Professor Flitwick will agree with me being the Head of Her House."
To which Flitwick replied. "Exceptional indeed. Lily Potter has seemingly eidetic memory. I have seen her study with Mr. Malfoy and her brother Albus. Occasionally I have even seen her help them with their studies."
"So you think she can handle the workload of 2 years in only 4 months?" Neville asked him.
"I believe she will love it." Teddy said. He had a knowing smirk on his face, "I believe she will take it on as a challenge. She is a vicious competitor."
"That is true and She will." Harry Told him. A small smile grazing his lips. The pride for his daughter shone in his eyes.
"Yet she needs to be on board with this. We will need her consent to make the arrangements." The headmistress said.
"What of the Baby?" Ginny finally spoke up. "She can't take on so much workload and do all the other activities in such a condition, and she shouldn't be expected to."
"What do you suggest then Ginevra?" Draco asked her.
"She shouldn't be climbing the Ravenclaw tower. She will need to have someone, presumably Scorpius, with her at all times, in case of any complications. Pregnancy is no joke." She said with air of finality.
All the men were silent at that. Ginny was the only one who had experienced those kinds of trials in their present group. More than that she was the mother of the girl whose future they were discussing. If she suggested something then it would have to be taken into consideration.
"How about if Lily and Mr. Malfoy is given a teacher's chambers to live on the ground floor. That way at the very least one of the problems will be solved. She will be free to study in quiet and Scorpius could always be near by to help. After all taking on 2 years of work in 4 months will entitle special privileges." Neville suggested.
"Does that work for you?" Blaise asked Ginny. Everyone looking at her expectantly.
"Yes. That will be okay I suppose."
"What will then be told to other students? What will Lily and Scorpius say when they are asked of their private quarters together and her sudden level up to NEWTS." Blaise asked them. The one question that no one has asked which should have been the first.
"Yes Mr. Zabini. That's why I thought your presence will be needed, as a third party, you asked the question the students will ask." Headmistress said.
"Yes, Headmistress, but did the committee not decide on what is to be told to the student body?" Blaise asked.
"No. They haven't. They we adamant on least amount of knowledge to be given to the students in order for this to stay in wraps from the press." Draco told them, his voice emotionless.
"Well then, first order of business, both sets of parents can go talk to the students. While I have to go find them rooms." The headmistress said.
"What if." Draco spoke up before the headmistress could get up.
"What if I have Lily's room in my chambers. As I was told Professor Slughorn's chambers are big enough to hold huge parties in fact. The student body can be told that Lily has gotten an incredible opportunity somewhere abroad … Switzerland, so she will be finishing up early in school. Scorpius being my son, he could be expected to spend much time in my chambers, Slytherins will expect it anyway. No one has to know anything, other than that the great Harry Potter's daughter has been made exceptions for."
"I ..." Harry started to say, When Draco put his hand up.
"Please, darling, this is not the time. I know you don't like throwing your weight around but this is our children. Protection of them is our first priority now."
He then turned to Ginny.
"You agree with me. Don't you?"
Ginny looked between them, seeming to measure the morality of it all.
"I don't like any of it, Harry, but we have to adapt and find a way out of it."
Harry only nodded. He looked like life has tried him way too much for a day.
Finally then Headmistress spoke up. "If no one has any issues with the plan, we should all get to work."
...
Harry James Potter
Later on, Harry was hard at work on packing up his husband's things from their shared home. It had been 7 years of shared memories as a married couple and more than that as partners and friends. Every corner of the house reminded of their shared moments together. There was no place around here that will seem like only his, there was not a part of himself that would not remember Draco. In this new dynamic of their life, he didn't know where and how they will cope. He never ever wanted to see himself alone in a house again. After Ginny, it was only him and the Kids. Now though it was not even his kids with him.
He picked up a peacock feathered quill from the desk. Even though the potions laboratory on the premises was Draco's place of work and lair, Harry den had acted as his temporary office whenever Draco required it for his thousand other endeavours to keep up the finances and reputation of both Potter and Malfoy estates and families. He had never thought of having a personal space for himself, he had spent enough times feeling down and depressed and alone, in this house before Draco; hence every time he would be here doing his work, finding the knick knacks of his husband around reminded him of the presence of Draco in his life, his support and his love, gave him the sense that Harry is not alone and scared anymore.
He did not remember when he had became so dependant on Draco for everything, but he was well aware that he was. Even the situation with Lily was diligently handled by Draco in the best the best solutions possible, as he represented her in the absence of Ginny and Harry. Draco had taken not only Harry but his children and their extended Weasley family as his own. Harry did not know how he could ever repay for having Draco in his life, so he just considered him as a God's Gift to him and said thank you.
"Hey." He heard Draco call to him from the doorway.
Harry realised he was still standing new the desk, holding on to the quill. Harry turned to look at his husband. Draco looked freshly showered and dressed. Due to the chaos of the past couple days they have not been able to rest or shower or eat. Hence, once they have gotten back they have gotten straight to work. It had taken overnight to make arrangements, which had given them only a few hours of sleep. They had ordered takeout for lunch and kept on working. In their shared experience any changes to be made should be made straight after the decisions are made to do it, other wise logic and lethargy settles in and it gets harder by the hour. So once they were all packed up and fed, Draco had gone for a shower, while Harry finished up.
Draco crossed the room to get to him, he took his empty hand and brought it to his lips. Harry felt warmth spread through him. He curled his finger's around Draco's, and pulled him closer. Draco pressed his body into Harry's and made him lean into the desk. As Harry stared into the silver-grey pool that was Draco's eyes, he felt the familiar embrace of love all around him. If he loved the man any more, he might explode in himself.
He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pressed his lips to his.
He let himself relax in the embrace. He wanted to forget the day and forget what was wrong or right. He wanted to forget that life keeps trying him. He wanted to lay in Draco's arms forever and forget the world and all the messiness that came with it. He knew, and he knew, that if he would only ask, Draco will do it for him, he would sweep him away to the corner of the world where there would be no one but them.
When they pulled apart, Draco held him close, as he ran his fingers over Harry cheek.
"How are you dealing with this, darling?" Harry absolutely melted at the familiar endearment. It was intimate and just for them to share.
"Not very well." Harry responded honestly, as he closed his eyes and lay his head on the other man's shoulder.
He felt a soothing hand moving over his back. "Please talk to me." Draco said.
"You already know." He murmured to him.
Draco pulled away from him and pulled him towards the couch near the fireplace. He made them lay on the couch, with Harry still tucked into his shoulder.
"What are you thinking?" Draco asked him again.
"I feel powerless. That's my daughter. I can't do anything to make it okay for her. What of her dreams and plans that she had? At her age, what is it that makes her capable of handling this responsibility?"
"I know what you mean."
"I feel like I have failed as father." Harry said with a small voice.
Draco pulled away to look into his eyes, "I feel the same way."
"What!" Harry felt his blood go cold.
"I don't know. I never wanted our kids to be tied down and have a fixed fate like we did. I wanted Scorpius to go and do what he wanted, to explore his career options, to explore all that the world has to offer. I worked so hard to make Malfoy name worth something again, so that he wouldn't have to suffer. Yet here I am, incapable of doing anything but watch as my son and Lily, have a fate that is dictated by the needs of their child, that they could not enjoy the freedom youth. Why must they have the same fate as we did?"
Harry was taken aback by the declaration of his husband. There was a lot that didn't sit right in his mind. Yes, Lily and Scorpius were now limited, he understood that, yet he did not think in anyway that they were done as individuals.
"Why are you thinking like that? Didn't you make all the necessary arrangements for them so that, they do not miss out on anything? Didn't you make it all happen because you wanted them to still have options?"
"I did, but, life does not work that way. Unpredictable circumstances happen, sometimes plans don't work out. I can give them all the resources that I could and make their path as easy as I could, yet they have to walk on it, make their own decisions. What if they couldn't do it, what if the morale breaks, what if…"
Draco ripped himself from Harry's embrace and sat up. He laid his feet on the ground and held on to his head. His husband was great under pressure, most of his brilliant ideas arose then, but once the time passes, Draco was prone to panic attacks. One of the reasons why they have packed up all of Draco's things and potions lab the minute they have gotten back to the Potter manor. Which had been the right thing to do since it looked like Draco was having one of his episodes at the moment.
Harry didn't know whether his voice shall reach him in such a state but he tried anyway. He got up and sat next to Draco. He ran sooting circles over his back.
"Draco, my love, please listen to me."
Draco didn't look at him. Harry waited. Draco was riding the waves of worry, and it was all that Harry could do for him. It was around five minutes when Draco finally came back to him. His eyes were red rimmed and he looked tired.
Harry drew him in his embrace. "You are right. They have been limited, but they are nothing like us."
Harry said to him. "They have options to travel, to run a business like you, to explore the world and all that it has to offer. They have no Dark Lord looming over them to curtail their choices. They get to make their life their own way. They get to have a tiny little human being to not only to take care of, but to teach them the meaning of life. So what if they have to grow up a little faster? They shall have a good life never the less. We are there to help. We are there to guide them. They have the world wide open for them Draco. The only thing changing is that there is gonna be a tiny little baby that will be joining our family. Imagine that."
Draco's smile was watery, yet no less genuine. "A baby."
"It could look like scorpius, or Lily. Or may be it will look like the combination of both its grandfather. My eyes, your hair."
Draco laughed out loud. "I am already falling in love."
"Get in line." Harry held his face in between his hands and gave him a firm kiss.
"We are okay. We are all gonna be okay. I promise"
Their words lost in their embrace.
….
Later that night when Draco and Harry were halfway settled in Draco's new quarters.
Harry looked around the rooms, now with many of Draco's things all over. His potions lab almost all set up in another room for his own potions' master lab. There was barely anything of Harry's though.
He didn't know how both of them are gonna make it work. He was worried about his daughter, and Scorpius Ofcourse.
Although a doubt of falling apart from his husband again crept into his conscious. It scared him. He smiled through it though, thinking of how even during a crisis, he can still make time to think of his Husband of 7 years.
He was so lost in that thought that he didn't see the punch coming his way.
His cheek burned with pain. As he looked at his husband standing a couple feet away, looking smug.
"Not my face, you Idiot." Harry's nostrils flared.
Draco looked him over, a casual expression on his face.
"What can I say, your reflexes are no longer as they used to be. I think your old age is getting to you, Auror." He said Auror pointedly, then a smirk took over his face. The glim that came over his eye, told Harry that he should get ready for a battle. "Grandpa." The world slipped from Draco's sensual mouth.
And There it was.
A chill spread down his spine as Draco needled him with his words.
He lunged, grabbing Draco's collar in both hands and pushing him roughly against a wall.
"You really are a sick bastard, aren't you?" Harry snarled at him nose to nose.
"Takes one to know one." His husband replied with a snarl of his own.
The look reminded him so much of a younger and meaner Draco, that his own senses reverted back to his school boy self.
He raised his forearm to to the other man's neck, chocking him.
Draco in turn tangled his fingers in the jet black strands of Harry's hair and pulled, leaving his neck exposed. Harry closed his eyes and moaned.
"You are getting soft, Grandpa Potter."
Harry Head whipped back. "That's it."
He grabbed Draco's forearm twisted it behind his back. He pulled him off the wall and push him towards the Bedroom.
Harry looked at the blonde standing in the doorway leaning against it, mixture of anger and hunger on his face.
Harry held both hands on to the front of his own shirt and pulled both flaps on both sides with a vigour. All the buttons flying around the room, leaving his whole sweaty chest bare.
Draco then straightened, his eyes glued to Harry's chest.
"You still think I look like a grandpa."
He stalked towards the man, grabbing him by the back of his neck.
He ripped his husband's shirt open with one hand. Only half of his chest bared, yet it was enough for Harry to press his skin against his.
He stared hard in the man's eyes. "Do I feel soft to you?" He whispered.
He almost thought Draco will give in and kiss him, when he felt himself being flipped around and knocked down to his knees. Draco leaned down and chocked him with his arm. While his other hand slid down his chest to unzip his pants, which slid down to his knees on their own.
"Not soft. No. Old. Yes." His husband said in his ear.
Harry knew it will hurt, but he couldn't let Draco get the better of him, because the other man was asking for it, and the one thing they did best was to manhandle each other for fun and foreplay.
He grabbed the back of his husband neck and flipped him over his head and onto his back. Then Harry straddled him.
He ripped the remaining shirt open and bit on the blond man's collarbone, hard. He worked Draco's pants open, pushing them over his hips.
The minute their cocks came in contact with one another, Draco dragged his head back on the tile and moaned. Harry landed their bare bodies on top of each other, enjoying the heat between them.
Draco's hand on his back slid towards his ass, grabbing and squeezing.
Harry was licking his neck, the salty taste of sweat taking him to a new high while he kept moving his hips over the other man's.
Moments passed and yet again Draco flipped Harry on his back, and he himself stood up. He got his bare feet out of his pants and turned around, walking towards their bed.
This gave a brilliant view of his arse to Harry as he threw over his shoulder.
"Let's continue this in our silky sheets, Old man."
Harry's mind was hazy. He just stood up and followed his husband.
...
A while later both men lay naked facing the ceiling trying to catch their breaths. Their fingers touching between them.
They had several bite marks and nail scratches visible on their chests and backs.
Harry looked over at Draco and asked, "What brought this on?"
Draco huffed and turned to face him. He propped his elbow on his pillow, his hand cradling in neck. He looked at his husband's green eyes.
"I thought it might be our last night together for while, when we can let our kicky side out."
"Yeah I guess." Harry said, seeming to be in a thought. "Tomorrow there would be our kids around, and soon enough a grandchild."
Draco smirked at him, "No one wants to hear Grandpa Potter getting molested By their other handsomer Grandfather."
"Will you stop that. Stop calling me Grandpa."
"Why are you being so touchy. It's the truth we are gonna be grandparents."
"Yeah that I can deal with. It's you I don't want calling me, grandpa."
"Why." Harry gave him a 'are you serious' look.
"Because, Malfoy, when a little kid comes running to me and jumps while expecting me to catch him/her, calling me grandpa; I don't want to imagine their other grandfather naked; and completely miss catching the child."
Draco's mouth twitched, "Point taken."
They lay there silent for a while before Harry asked, "So I am guessing you want to name the child if it's a girl?"
"Obviously. You didn't do Lily Luna any favours with her name."
"Oi. It's poetic. She is named after mine and Scorpius's mothers. I did amazing."
"Yeah. It's poetic now. Until now though, if it wasn't for her fierce mother's genes, the kids would have teased her rotten."
"Like you teased your Beloved wife in school, and then held her in your dungeons."
Draco rolled his eyes at that.
"It was called courting back then. Just like getting in punching fights with your future husband was you style of courting me."
Harry grinned at him. "I got you though, didn't I?"
"Completely, you Scarhead." He said pecking him on his smug mouth.
That's when Harry knew that his earlier concern was uncalled for. They will be fine, no matter what.
...
Lily Luna Potter
When Lily opened her eyes the first thing her eyes noticed was her flaming red hair on the pillow sparkling in the sunlight coming from the window above the bed. Second thing she noticed was a pale hand as her hair entangled in his fingers.
Scorpius. She thought.
A pleasant sensation passed through her.
She was on her back as his left arm cradled her neck, his other hand still on her stomach. She turned to look on the other side of her. He slept on his side, his larger frame curved around her. His bare feet touched her toes, as his forehead touched her temple.
She looked up at the cealing, the image of them lying there in such a position, sent a thrill through her. It was a warm feeling that passed through her, as she realised that even in his sleeping state he took a stance which showed how protective he was towards her and their children.
Her left hand involuntarily reached up to tangle with his over her hair, and gave a squeeze.
Scorpius moved but didn't wake up. She turned to look at him, his lips eye level to her.
He moved again in his sleep, now his nose burying in her ear. It tickled her but she didn't make a sound.
"Why are you watching me sleep?" He murmured in her ear. She giggled and pulled away, as his breath tickled her again.
"You are awake?"
He moved with her, his legs straightened and his hand slid over to grab her waist. He made her side flush against his body, nuzzling her ear and neck.
She giggled again.
"You are tickling me."
" ."
She remained silent, turning her head to lay her nose on his shoulder as he still held her. She didn't mean to sniff him but he smelled amazing. So she took a whiff of his shirt clad shoulder again.
"What are you doing?" He asked, she felt his grip tightened on her waist.
"You smell nice." She said, her voice clearly laced with surprise.
His grip lightened and he rubbed his face in her hair, like a person might rub their face on their pillow to remove the sleepy cobwebs.
Then he turned, coming face to face with her.
"Isn't it too soon for your hormones to go hay-wire and make your senses crazy?"
"Yeah, it is." But she yet again reached up to his shoulder and sniffed. This time she closed her eyes, savouring it.
"Really. Have you always smelled so good?" She asked.
When she opened her eyes, he had a smirk on his face.
"Are you flirting with me?"
Lily smirked back. "In your dreams, Malfoy."
"Good. Because I already got you pregnant, we don't need the scandal of the mother of my children, flirting with me."
Lily made a face at him and turned to look at the ceiling again. Her fingers still playing with his hand in her hair.
"It seems so surreal." She wondered out loud.
"What does?"
"This. Us together. Like this. Talking about our babies first thing in the morning. And the fact that it doesn't seem weird. It's surprisingly easy."
He pulled on her waist to make her turn on her side. As they came face to face he still held her close. Her hand sliding out of his, coming to lay in the narrow gap between them.
"It is easy. It's us. Most difficult things have always been easy for us." He told her, his voice filled with something she couldn't understand.
"Like that ancient potion?"
"Yeah." He said. "Maybe it was meant to be. To make us realise, how good we will be together."
"I don't understand, Scorpius." She said.
"You never call me Scorpius." He asked, as he leaned in to look in her eyes.
Her eyes dropped from his, her cheeks getting warmer.
"Honesty, remember?" He reminded her of their pact from the night before.
She looked up at him. His stormy grey eyes were familiar. They had always made eye contact. They had been partners in so many activities. They had no reason not to. Yet now those eyes talked differently with hers.
"I don't know, suddenly nothing seems the same. Suddenly you no longer resemble the boy from my childhood. You are no longer just Scorp."
His eyes looked a little sad, as corners of his eyes crinkled.
"Is that bad?"
"No. It feels new. It feels like suddenly a new sun has risen over the horizon and no one has noticed but me." He had a small smile on his face.
"I know the feeling."
"You do?"
"Yeah. But a story for another time."
She was about to push him, before she realised how expertly he had changed the topic by turning the spotlight on her.
"Nice try. Now tell me what did you mean before, when you said it was meant to be."
Before he can say something, they heard noises outside.
He made to get up, possibly searching for a way not to answer her.
She laid her other hand on his arm to stop him.
"No. Let them be, they won't disturb as long as the curtain is up."
"You do realise, if we don't go out soon and join them, they would make all our decisions for us. Then we would be two kids with their own kids and still our parents in control."
Lily huffed. He was right, but that didn't justify him skirting around the topic at hand.
"Lily!" They heard Albus's voice from the other side of the Curtain.
"So much for the privacy curtain." He said, smirking at her.
She rolled her eyes and slid out of his grip and out of the bed.
She combed her fingers through her hair as she looked at him. He rose up from the bed and started straightening his clothes.
"Why don't you change, while I go talk to him." He said to her.
She nodded and turned picking up her clothes from the nightstand.
She didn't wait to see if he still stood there or already left to meet her brother.