Married in Hogwarts (Dramione)

Bianca Zabini

Blaise Pov

I wake up in the morning hearing my mother yelling at me in Italian. Bianca Zabini is the only family member I did not tell about my engagement. Which is a bit stupid because she's my mother but I didn't want her to start harassing Ginny.

"You got engaged and didn't tell me!" she yells as I sit up. "You were courting a Weasley and didn't tell me."

"I only got engaged yesterday," I shrug. "And if I said 'Oh Mamma, I started courting this girl I like' would u have let her live peacefully?" She pauses, "No, you would have invited her to tea and make sure she knew how to cook, clean, look after children, and interrogated her. Or you would have given her twenty reasons why marrying me is a bad idea."

"I'm your madre, it's my job," she says. "Did you ask her parents, Ginevra is Molly and Arthur's only daughter, they must be very protective."

"I spoke with them over the Christmas holidays," I say. "I showed them the ring in the Easter holidays but I didn't inform them of the day I would propose. I'm going to speak with them today, with the Malfoys."

"Ah yes, Draco married Miss Granger," she nods. 

I get out of bed and get out a white shirt and start changing into it, "Don't leave your pyjamas on the floor, give them to your house elf," Mamma scolds then she says "I'll have to come with you, I've got to meet your in-laws."

"You've met them before," I roll my eyes with my back away from her so she doesn't see. "Joseph (one of my late-stepfathers) invited them around a couple of times, you know that because you still refer to them by their first names."

"I know, but it's different now," she says. "You're marrying their daughter."

"I think it'll be a bit too much for them, Mamma," I say. "Draco, Hermione, Potter and me will all be there, most probably all the other Weasleys coming over for answers as well."

"All the better, I work closely with Malfoy Industries, I need to get close to my new business partners."

"Mamma, you're a fashion designer, a get together in a cramped creaky house is not the place to discuss fashion business ideas."

"I'm coming with you and that's the end of it," she says sternly.

"Okay," I sigh. "Now could you make some cake or something then, as a gift you know, I've got to change my trousers."

"I'll make some cookies," she confirms. "Give your clothes to Nenny."

"Si, Mamma."

Fifteen minutes later, Mamma and I apparate to Malfoy Manor to see Draco and Hermione waiting outside. Hermione is carrying a baby with white hair and brown eyes, I open my mouth to speak.

"It's Teddy," Hermione says dryly.

"He woke up and his hair went from brown to white," Draco explains. "He's inherited the powers of a metamorphmagi."

"Tell him to fix it before the Weasleys come to the wrong conclusion," I say.

"Don't you think we've tried?" Hermione whines. "He won't listen."

"Why are you bringing him with you?" Mamma asks.

"Hi Mrs Zabini," Draco says respectfully. "Because we've decided to raise him along with our future children."

"I see," she says then holds out her arms. "Alright, pass him here."

Reluctantly, Hermione passes Teddy over to Mamma, "Buongiorno Teddy," she begins. "Your hair is so pretty," Mamma strokes his hair gently. "Can you show me a different colours?"

He giggles but his hair stays the same, Mamma sighs, "Alright, bambino, fix your hair now! Or no cookies for you."

She lifts up the tub of cookies and he eyes it eagerly and his hair changes back to his natural brown colour.

"How did you do that?" Hermione says surprised.

"I raised him," she says pointing to me. "And a friend of mine had a metamorphmagus baby."

"Oh, I'll need to take some tips from you," Hermione laughs.