Chapter Twenty Six

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My thoughts were interrupted by Pansy and Blaise laughing like maniacs opening the door.

"What's happened here?" Blaise questions completely abandoning his trance into laughter.
"I guess I've kinda adopted him?" I said as a question when my brian said it confidently. Being with Raven has completely destroyed my mask. "If you don't like it you can leave."
"Oh my God! Is this your brother?" Pansy squealed, I nodded, "Aah! Can I hold him please?" Not wanting to annoy her, I let her hold him while I spoke with Blaise.

"You sure you know what to do?" Blaise asked me.
"Taking care of a kid can't be that hard. They eat, sleep and want attention or they get moody."
"Same as you then." He commented and I growled. "If you need help you know I know what to do." He said then lay on his bed picking up the Transfiguration homework we got last week. He said silenco the moment Laitan made noises- clearly he isn't going to wake up at night.

Pansy was holding Laitan sounding like women do when they hold a child. She tickled him with a hand and he laughed then grabbed for her necklace she let him hold. I'm surprised she did, it was her grandmother's before she passed.

"Pansy-" I started and grabbed Laitan off Pansy, he had a huge smile that infected me, "-grab Raven and if he's with her, Granger too. I'll get Blaise out the room."
"Awww! I love your pet names!" I sneered in her direction so she shut up and did as I said. She was out the door and now Blaise had to leave.

He wouldn't move to anything I said, so I laid Laitan in his cot and rushed out the room to find Marcus Huckabee sitting on the couch. He's liked Blaise for a while even if the sixth year won't admit it. "Hey there Huckabee." I said appearing from the shadows causing him to jump ever so slightly the normal person would miss it.
"What is it Malfoy, can't you see I'm busy minding my own business?"
"You won't be for long. Meet Blaise at the second floor male toilets."
"Why would I do that?" His nervousness became slightly more clear.
"Don't play dumb with me, Huckabee, you like him. I'm merely... helping a friend." He then left the room to head to the second floor. Now's time for Blaise.

"You know Marcus Huckabee in sixth year?" I asked him sitting on my bed after grabbing Laitan. He looked at me in confusion so his charm was still up. "I said do you know Marcus Huckabee." I repeated irritated.
"Yeah, why? You picked another fight I need to sort out or something?" He huffed about to get up.
"Yee have little faith,O, hû sê stings." I laughed, "He's liked you for a while, and it's the perfect distraction from Granger." I tossed him his jacket he so carelessly threw on my bed, "meet him now at the second floor boys toilets." He was about to leave, "Don't come back without at least hickeys!" I yelled through the door as he shut it. He banged it in irritation.

Back to 3rd Person:

As Hermione and Harry left the carriage, a girl heavily breathing huffed over to them barely able to stand. "Finally! I ran into The oaf- sorry- Hagrid and he told me you were here. So glad I didn't miss you." She placed a hand on her thigh leaning forward like that will give her more air, "give me a minute. God I need to exercise more." She panted to the sky. "Right! Sorry. Draco needs you, both of you. It's urgent."
The two were very hesitant. They didn't know what about and if he also asked for Hermione, there was no way it could be good. "Pans-" Harry couldn't finish as he was being dragged away by Pansy to the Slytherin common room and Hermione followed after them.

"I'm following. Let. Go." Harry sternly told her. She shrunk slightly but obeyed. "Right, now why was I interrupted?" He said brushing himself off.
"Oh erm, Draco will have to tell you two."

They entered the common room and Harry walked into his dorm to see Draco singing to a baby.

One day we will get away
I promise if you're with me, say the word and I'll find a way
I wanna be a lost boy
Our last chance
The 'everything better' plan
Somewhere in Neverland

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