Chapter 34 : Hey, Moon, Please Forget to Fall Down. Hey, Moon, Don't You Go Down
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Hermione’s bedroom was small. The bed was shoved into the corner to give as much floor space as possible. The walls were the same light pink as the circular rug that centered the hardwood floor. A small desk sat in another corner by a curtained window. Hermione sat on the bed and pulled a teddy bear into a hug. Blaise looked around. “Cute.”
“It’s no big penthouse, but it’s home,” she teased.
He turned and smirked at her. “You got a problem with my penthouse?”
“Good,” he sat beside her, “’cause I already made a room for the baby…”
“Oh, Blaise, did you? Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to see it!”
“I know you’ll love it,” he promised and leaned in to kiss her. His hand snuck around and captured her head, trapping her lips to his. He put his other arm around her and eased her down onto her back. Careful not to put any weight on her stomach, he held himself over her and gently worked her lips.
Her hands moved around his neck and down his sides for a moment before resting on his shoulders and pushing away. “Blaise…my parents are right downstairs…”
He pressed his lips to her neck. “So? We’re not doing anything wrong…” He kissed her neck again.
“Blaise!” It was an excited whisper, one that made him laugh. He kissed her once more before straightening and helping her sit up. She giggled and kissed him back.
Blaise chuckled and fell onto his back. His eyes scanned the walls until they fell on his own face. He cocked his head to the side and smirked. He remembered the photo shoot; it was a painful one. Andy, Pete and Mike sat in respective order on the floor in a rough triangle. Each was holding a chain that was attached to the standing figure in the center. Andy and Mike each had one of his wrists. Pete’s chain was secured around his waist. He stared out at the camera, and Blaise was amazed at how horrifying, yet beautiful his own face looked. His thoughts were interrupted by Hermione crawling up on the bed and removing the poster corner-by-corner. “Hey, hey, hey.” Blaise stood and grabbed her hands. “What are you doing?”
She let him stop her and said, “It’s kind of weird for me to have a poster of my boyfriend over the head of my bed…”
He pulled her hands to his chest and rested his forehead on hers. “Keep it up.”
He glanced at the poster and back at her. “I like seeing my face.” He tried to keep a straight face, but she started giggling, and he soon couldn’t hold it anymore. He collapsed onto the bed, and she fell into his lap with a small “oh!” Blaise laughed harder and kissed her.
Suddenly, Hermione pulled away, and a hand flew to her stomach. “Oh my gosh!”
“What? What is it?” Blaise looked at her alarmingly, and his hands grabbed her arms protectively.
“It-it just…kicked! Again! Blaise!” She took his hand from her shoulder and placed it on her abdomen. He curved his fingers around the bump and waited. Sure enough, soon there was the small thump of a tiny foot hitting the side. “Did you feel it? Did you feel it?” Hermione was beyond excitement. He nodded and smiled as the baby kicked again. “I have to show my mother!” She rolled off the bed with amazing agility for her size and waddled out of the room.
Blaise stayed in his place on the bed, staring at the door Hermione had disappeared through. The baby had kicked. He was really going to be a father. There was certain proof. Hermione wasn’t just gaining weight. He had believed it before. Hell, he’d been the one making food runs. But it had never really hit. Never really sunk in. In four months, four short months, he would be a father. He continued to stare at the door until Pete’s figure blocked his view of the wall on the other side. He shifted his gaze to the boy’s face. “Hey…”
“Hey, man, you okay? You look a little…out of it…” He came in and sat beside him. Blaise didn’t say anything, but just nodded silently. “You sure?” Pete half-chuckled.
Blaise ignored it and looked at him, placing one hand on his own knee. “If the baby’s a boy, we’re naming it after you. Different middle name, of course. Peter Michael Zabini. Danica Marie, if it’s a girl…” He went back to staring at the doorway. A hand landed on his back, and another on his knee. He looked up at Pete through his eyelashes. “Pete…I don’t think I’m ready for this…” To his surprise, his breathing shallowed, and his eyes stung with tears. “Fuck, I’m not ready for this…” He wiped his eyes before the tears could spill.
“Well, you have five months or so to get ready,” Pete tried to help.
“Four,” Blaise corrected him.
“Four. Almost four months. She’s nearing the end of her fifth month…” He dropped his head to his hands.
“Dude, quit being so pessimistic! You’ve got a kid on the way! That’s something to be happy abou-“
Blaise stood suddenly and glared at him. “Well, imagine being in my position, Pete! Neither you nor your girlfriend’s done with school; your career’s taking off, so you’re gone for months at a time on tour! You’re 19; your girlfriend’s 16, and you’re not even married-“
“So marry her!”
“I am,” Blaise responded through his teeth.
“Then what’s the problem,” Pete imitated him. Blaise started to pace. Pete grabbed him, and he stared at the hand on his shoulder.
He sighed and hung his head. “Pete…I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened…in that dressing room…after I found out-“
“You don’t have to talk about it. Just forget it…” Pete’s voice was stiff. He clearly didn’t want it to be brought up.
Blaise’s head shot up. His thoughts were unclear, and he couldn’t control himself. “No, Pete, it’s-it’s not like that…” Pete furrowed his brow. “Pete, this is hard for me. I have a child on the way, and you’re making me question my sexuality-“
“I’m not making you do anything,” Pete retaliated. Blaise captured his face between his hands and brought his lips down on his roughly. Pete jerked away. “Blaise, what are you doing?”
He shook his head, not even sure anymore. “Testing something,” he breathed and pressed his lips to Pete’s again. This time, Pete responded and swung him around until Blaise felt the bed against the back of his legs. He eased himself onto it and pulled Pete’s lower lip into his mouth. Pete put one knee on the bed and forced Blaise gently onto his back. The boy climbed on top of him so their faces were even, and his tongue moved across his lips.
Blaise found his own tongue moving with Pete’s. Each explored the other’s mouth and ran along the teeth. Pete ran his hands along the boy’s side and through his hair. Finally, Blaise mind caught up with him. This wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Hermione, not Pete. His tongue retreated, and he pulled his lips away from Pete’s. “I’m sorry, Pete,” he whispered, “I can’t do this…”
Pete rolled off him and sighed. “I figured.” He stared at the ceiling, his eyes occasionally flickering back to the poster.
“Pete, it’s not y-“
“-you, it’s me. What, are we breaking up?” Pete laughed, and Blaise sighed with relief. “Don’t worry about it, Blaise. I’m over you.” He laughed again.
Blaise chuckled. “Well, fine, if you’re going to be like that about it.” He sat up, and Pete watched him from his position. “Let’s go downstairs,” he suggested.
Pete stretched his arms and folded them behind his head. “Nah, let’s stay here. Hermione will come back eventually…”
Blaise took a seat again and laid down next to him. “I guess you’re right…” They lay in silence, each looking from the other to the poster to the ceiling discreetly. Blaise rested his eyes on the poster. He studied each face. He was glowering at the camera, his teeth bared. His eyes glinted dangerously in the set lights. It was a face that could send a child running, but girls across the nation (and apparently world) had fallen head over heels for it. He couldn’t blame them; his eyes glowed a bright, sexy hazel. He glanced at “poster Pete” and smiled. With a simple smile, he looked completely content. His smile reached into his eyes, and his hands both clutched at the chain so tightly that his knuckles were white. Girls had swooned over him too. He looked at Pete sideways. “Remember when they printed these posters? Our fan base multiplied,” he laughed.
“What?” It took Pete a second to catch up. “Oh, yeah…I remember checking the website and getting…what was it? Five…”
“Five twenty-two hits!” They chuckled lightly.
“Blaise? Pete?” Hermione called, and they heard her thumping up the stairs. The boys lifted their heads to gaze at her when she entered. “What are you doing?”
Blaise let his head drop. “Thinkin’.”
She sat between them. “What about?”
He lifted his arm and placed it around her. “You, of course.” Pete snorted. “What?”
“You’re so mushy,” Pete laughed.
“Hey, better mushy than a jackass,” Blaise pointed out.
Hermione agreed, and Pete went back to staring at the poster. “Hermione? Pete, Blaise?” Mrs. Granger appeared in the doorway. “Do you kids want dessert?”
“Dessert?” Pete’s ears perked up.
Hermione was less eager. “What is it?”
“Hermione Jane, you are not going to be picky about this,” her mother scolded.
“With all due respect, Mrs. Granger,” Blaise cut in, “I think she has the right to be picky…”
“I guess you’re right.” The woman stepped into the room, smiling. “Has it kicked again?”
Hermione giggled. “No, it’s been pretty quiet.”
“What’s all this ‘it’ nonsense? You two need to find out whether it’s a boy or a girl…”
Blaise wrinkled his nose as if the words had an odor to them. “Actually, we kind of wanted to be surprised…” Hermione nodded.
“Well, what about planning? You have to decorate the room, and…” She trailed off as Blaise pulled out his wand and swished it. The walls of Hermione’s room changed to blue. Another swish, and they were back to normal.
“We’ve got that covered.”
“What time is it?” Pete asked suddenly.
Mrs. Granger checked her watch. “Nearly quarter of eight.”
“Shit! Er, crap! I mean, shoot! Blaise! We have to be in London in 15 minutes!”
“What? Aw, fu…u-udge…” Blaise pulled out his cell phone to double check the time and pressed his face into Hermione’s arm. “I have to go,” he mumbled into her shoulder.
“Oh, okay…” She moved so he could get up. “You’ll be back tonight, won’t you?”
He stood and leaned in so their foreheads were touching. “Of course.” She smiled and kissed him quickly. “I love you,” he promised, and she returned it. He held his hand out for Pete’s and spun, picturing his Los Angeles penthouse.
A/N: This is for Crazygirl1281. I know how much you wanted that "Petey action" lol. Hope you enjoyed it, Alex! Thanks so much for your awesome reviews! :)
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