Title: Surprise, Surprise
Rated: PG
Genre: Humour/ General/ Romance
Pairings: HG/ BZ
Category: Post War/ Hogwarts

Disclaimer: I don’t own J. K. Rowling’s creations.

Chapter 1: And So It Begins…

‘Honestly, Granger, it’s either that’s the latest fashion or you’ve been run over by a truck,’ Blaise Zabini smirked, his indigo eyes twinkling. ‘Seriously, do something about that bird nest you call hair!’

‘Well, Zabini,’ Hermione said with a tilt of her head, 'not all of us have maids and butlers at every corner to make every little choice for us; including the colour of the shirt to wear for the day.’

Blaise scowled at the brunette and continued to trail her through the streets of London. ‘I’ll have you know, I work very hard as an Unspeakable to earn my own living.’

‘Really?’ Hermione rolled her eyes, but of course the raven-haired Italian couldn’t see it. ‘How am I to know that you didn’t hire a nanny to secretly do it for you?’

‘At least I have a career,’ Blaise said smugly.

Hermione halted and swiftly turned to face him, ‘I’m training as a teacher to take over Professor Flitwick next year.’

‘Well, congratulations,’ Blaise said with a hint of sarcasm.

‘Hmph!’ Hermione turned around and started to walk again. Blaise was at her heels. ‘Why don’t you go and visit dear old Malfoy in Azkaban?’

‘What the bloody hell is wrong with you people?’ Blaise sighed. ‘Just because I’m a Slytherin and I chose not to get involved in that war that your dear friend, Potter, ended, does not make me evil.’

‘Can't you get a hint?’ Hermione groaned. ‘Quit following me!’

‘Not until you apologise,’ Blaise said simply.

‘For what?’ Hermione stopped again to face him. Blaise stopped just at the nick of time to prevent himself from crashing into her.

‘For nearly breaking my nose,’ he exclaimed, pointing at the middle of his face.

‘What were you doing at a Muggle bookstore anyway?’ Hermione asked crossing her arms.

‘What do you think I was doing in a book store?’ Blaise ridiculed, and Hermione blushed slightly. ‘Beside, that’s completely off topic.’

‘Well, it’s not my problem that you were standing behind the door,’ Hermione remarked.

‘Actually, I was going to open the door to get out when you slammed it to my face,’ Blaise pointed out. ‘Seriously, woman, you push open doors slowly incase someone else is at the other side; not come rampaging in like a rhino!’

‘You’re not hurt, Zabini,’ Hermione said, tying up her hair. She had a tiresome day, making her hair frizzier than usual as he so kindly pointed out. ‘So, leave me alone.’

‘Not until you apologise,’ Blaise replied. ‘Do I have to spell it out for you? Gryffindors and their stupid pride...’ he muttered.

‘Fine, sorry!’ she spat out before storming home.

‘And they say Slytherins are the ones who are dragging this idiotic rivalry on,’ Blaise muttered under his breath, heading home.

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Hermione changed into her blue nightgown and prepared for bed. The war had ended three years ago. Harry and Ginny married right afterwards, and Ron was dating Lavender Brown again. Ginny was currently two months pregnant, while Harry and Ron were both Aurors.

Hermione was the single one. She didn’t always go to see them even though she was more then welcome to. She always felt like she was intruding into their private lives. She was living in Muggle London alone in a small flat. The twenty-one-year-old Gryffindor groaned into her pillow. She slowly fell asleep cursing at Zabini.

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Blaise returned home to the Zabini Manor. Well, it wasn’t a manor anymore; the place was burnt down during the war when his family was killed. He rebuilt it into a nice cozy house. It was a huge and lovely house but not big enough to be a manor. Then again, he didn’t want a manor. What was the point?

Putting on a bit of healing cream on his nose, he had dinner, and then went to bed swearing at Granger.

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The sunlight poured through the window, waking Hermione up. She groaned, rubbing her head. Something wasn’t right. She felt different and for one thing, she couldn't remember wearing a pink nightgown to bed. Then something moved beside her.

‘AAHHHHHHHHH!’ Next to her in bed was Blaise Zabini. ‘What are you doing here?’ They both asked in unison.

‘I live here,’ Blaise answered, his voice cracking. He looked around. ‘I think… yeah, this is my house. I didn’t get a renovation...’ It was his house and his room, but the furniture were different…

‘This is gorgeous and all,’ Hermione spoke taking a good look, ‘but don’t you think the room suits a married couple. Think about redecorating.’

‘I told you, I didn’t do it,’ Blaise groaned. ‘See, you are in my house!’

Hermione grabbed him by the collar of the black t-shirt he was wearing, ‘Zabini, tell me what’s going on!’ She then paused and took a good look at him. ‘Say, you look older.’

‘So do you,’ Blaise examined her.

Hermione scowled. ‘What?’ Blaise asked confused.

‘This is not good. This is not good,’ Hermione started muttering.

‘Hey, look at the bright sight,’ Blaise smirked lying down. ‘At least we’re not nude.’

Hermione had to agree. He was right about that. ‘We still have to figure out...'

Two lumps sitting on her and Blaise’s legs cut her off. Two small voices spoke unison, ‘Mum, Dad, what’s for breakfast?’