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Time's Up	By : Gotbooks00 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 23286 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Time's Up
- 2-TWO
- 3-THREE
- 4-FOUR
- 5-FIVE
- 6-SIX
- 7-SEVEN
- 8-EIGHT
- 9-NINE
- 10-TEN
- 11-ELEVEN
- 12-TWELVE
- 13-THIRTEEN
- 14-FOURTEEN
- 15-FIFTEEN
- 16-SIXTEEN
- 17-SEVENTEEN
- 18-EIGHTEEN
- 19-NINETEEN
- 20-TWENTY
- 21-TWENTY ONE
- 22-TWENTY TWO
- 23-TWENTY THREE
- 24-TWENTY FOUR
- 25-TWENTY FIVE
- 6
- 7
- 8
Time’s Up, by Gotbooks93

Summary: After successfully hiding the existence of her son for eight years, Hermione is out of luck. When the father of her child discovers her secret, their quiet world is changed forever. Will things become better, or worse? Join Hermione and Xander as they find out.

CHAPTER SEVEN

A week passed after Xander’s birthday, then two. The original plan was Blaise, Hermione, and Xander would all travel to Diagon Alley to pick out a pet together. However, as the days of summer slipped away, the schedules of Xander’s parents proved to be more hectic than originally anticipated.

Directly after Xander’s birthday, Blaise had been hired with a British magical law firm, Flint and Ferguson. Immediately following his hiring, a high- profile case concerning a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies had been dumped on him.

The chaser, a young woman named Lorena Lewis, had been caught in a passionate embrace with the team’s coach, and a lawsuit from one of the other players had quickly followed. Hermione was beginning to adjust to seeing Blaise on the front page of The Daily Prophet, often in the corner of a moving photograph, looking dashing but serious in his Armani suits.

Unfortunately, Hermione wasn’t the only one to notice Blaise in newsprint. Xander made sure to remind Hermione of his birthday present, especially when he spotted his father’s name in the paper. Hermione could see the pride shine in Xander’s eyes as he saw his father in the paper; this look was often quickly followed by an inquiry of when they would go to Diagon Alley. Hermione would say something about busy schedules, before changing the subject.

However, their late departure to the wizarding shops couldn’t be entirely attributed to Blaise’s calendar. Hermione had attended several day conferences around Europe, which gathered magic instructors from around the world. On days she wasn’t at a conference, Hermione found her time taken up by research, cleaning, and various necessary social obligations. Apparently, Hermione’s friends assumed that because she was no longer holding classes this automatically cleared her day, and took advantage accordingly. Bill and Fluer Weasly had already issued an invite to Shell Cottage, and Ginny and Pansy had asked Xander and Hermione to dinner. Xander spent his days either at the Potter’s, getting into mischief with Teddy, or infiltrating the Hogwart’s Library.

Of course, Xander was hardly deterred by his parent’s busy plans. Hermione picked up on an influx of words like ‘pet’ ‘animal’ and ‘creature’ in their discussions, and Hermione vaguely wondered if Blaise had noticed the same. On the days that he was free from his job, Blaise often picked up Xander in the morning and spent the day with him. Xander often came home quietly regaling Hermione of days spent at Buckingham Palace, the London Zoo, and the Kew Gardens. Hermione once inquired why Blaise, a pureblood wizard, would bring Xander to undeniably muggle tourist destinations.

“He needs to be well- rounded, Hermione. I was completely ignorant of the muggle world until I met you, and I want Alexander to be better off. After all, knowledge is power.” Said Blaise, and Hermione could hardly disagree, although she wished she had thought to do the same in years previous.

In the back of her mind, Hermione knew the two of them would have to sit down and talk about a custody agreement. Personally, Hermione wanted it to be ‘Blaise gets Xander for a half hour every other weekend’ but knew Xander’s father would tear into her if she tried to slight him on his due time.

Hermione was quickly jerked from her thoughts as she heard Xander’s call. “Mother, there’s an owl from Father about going to the Alley!”

~(o)~

“Please.”

“No.”

“Pleeeeeeease?”

“No.”

“Please, Mother. Please.”

“Xander, we are not bringing a rat into our home. I told you the rule: no rodents. You agreed to that rule, remember?”

“But Mother, look how clever they are. And they wouldn’t take up very much food, and they’re easy to care for, and I could bring it to Hogwarts with me in a few years.”

Crouching down to that they were at the same eye- level, Hermione looked directly at her son and gave a resounding “Xander, you know I don’t like rodents.”

“Why not?” Xander challenged, his eyebrows furrowed. If he had been any other child, he probably would have stamped his foot and begun to raise his voice. Of course, Alexander Granger was not ‘other children’ so his voice remained cool and steady, persuasive.

“Because I refuse to have a hairy, disgusting rodent sneaking around my home, getting into things, pretending to-” Hermione cut off before she could make herself look like a fool, remembering that not all rats were creepy little men in disguise. “The answer is no, Xander. Please move on.”

Xander’s mouth twisted briefly, and Hermione could practically see him deciding on a new tactic. The emotion in his eyes calmed, and he nodded at his mother. Turning on his heel, Xander continued to stroll down the narrow aisles of cages, his hands neatly folded behind his back- a stance that Hermione noticed he had picked up from Blaise. He would stop occasionally, peering closer into a cage, before moving on.

“Now I’m worried.” Said Hermione over her shoulder, her eyes remaining on her son.

“As you should be,” Came the reply from behind her. “The more you deny him, the harder he is going to look for a pet that will drive you insane. Then, just when you’re despairing over whichever terrible beast he has selected, he’ll try to offer and grudgingly take the previously rejected rat. You will, naturally, be so relieved that he changed his mind that you will cave and buy a rat. Such is the Slytherin approach. However, I doubt its effectiveness in this particular situation. Alexander still needs to learn to figure out which tactic to use, depending on the situation.”

Turning, Hermione faced Blaise. With his wind- swept curls and a jaw that showed a day or two of growth, he had turned many a head during their trip down the Alley. Paired with a blue shirt, dark wash jeans, and black leather jacket, Hermione had to admit that he looked like he had just stepped out of the latest cover of Witch Weekly. Hermione had belatedly noticed her own outfit -a deep blue summer dress, and black high heeled sandals- matched his.

“And I suppose you’ll be the one to teach him all of these dastardly tactics?” Hermione mused, trying not to frown. All she needed was a finely- honed Slytherin underfoot.

“Of course.” Blaise said, his eyes fixed past her, at Xander. “He has to be able to defend himself when he gets to Hogwarts. I have every intention to prepare him for his housemates. Slytherin may look out for their own when it comes to other houses, but on the inside of the snake pit, it’s every wizard for themselves.”

Shaking her head in exasperation, Hermione turned back to face the cages, and froze. Xander had come to a stop in the reptilian section, and was paying very close attention to something behind the glass surface of one of the enclosures.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” Hermione said under her breath, shooting a panicky look over her shoulder at Blaise.

He chuckled lowly. “Apparently he has abandoned his original plan in the face of something that actually interests him.” He mused, his mouth curving into a smirk.

“Xander!” Hermione called, her voice a tad too cheery as she walked over swiftly. “Darling, why don’t we go look over at those adorable little-”

“Mother, look at her. Isn’t she beautiful?” Xander cut her off, his tone tinted with awe.

When Hermione came to stand next to her son, she bit back a cry of horror. Behind the glass barrier was a giant, red snake.

Okay, that was a bit of an overstatement. The thing wasn’t giant, per se. But it was certainly quite a bit larger than the green snakes that lived in her mother’s garden. The thing was coiled around four times, and had a pale cream underbelly. The top of the snake had an orange background with red and black designs, and Hermione guessed the snake would probably be around three feet long when it was uncoiled. No fangs were currently visible, but Hermione knew better than to assume the thing was harmless.

“She’s a hybrid.” Noted Xander, reading off the information card attached to the snake’s enclosure. “A mix of the American Albino Corn Snake and the magical Indian Gufandi snake. Common magical properties include heightened comprehension, invisibility, and a shortened hibernation period. Most snakes live to be around 30 years old in captivity. The species primarily kills through constriction, and feed primarily on rats, mice, and occasionally small birds. See, Mother? She’s perfect! You don’t like rats, so she’d keep them out of our rooms! Please, Mother, she meets all the rules you set. Nothing smaller than your hand, taller than Albus, and no rodents.”

“Hermione, may I speak to you?” Hermione felt Blaise’s hand on her elbow before she could answer, guiding her away from Xander and into a corner of the shop. She felt dazed, picturing a snake slithering around furniture.

“Hermione, look at me.” Blaise tilted her chin so he could see her eyes, and Hermione tried to come out of the shocked trance she had slipped into. “He obviously likes the thing, and from what I can tell it’s relatively harmless for humans. I know you don’t like snakes, but please remember that this is my first birthday present to my son, and I’d like it to be something to make up for previous years.” Hermione tried not to flinch at that, but didn’t quite succeed.

“I think we should get him the snake.” Blaise continued seriously, and Hermione took a deep breath, and held it. A second later, she let the breath out in a great ‘whoosh’.

“Okay.” Blaise looked vaguely surprised at her seemingly easy submission, and gave her a hard look. “I don’t really mind snakes that much, and Xander really seems like he’ll take care of this one.” Blaise looked at her hard, and Hermione was careful to keep her face a blank mask.

Things would be more difficult if he was suspicious of her easy acquiescence.

“Alright then.” Blaise said, and the pair moved back over to Xander and the snake. Blaise gestured to one of the shop’s employees, who made their way over, fiddling with a ring of keys.

“Got your eye on that one, eh?” said the young man, gesturing to the red snake.

“Yes. How long has she been here?” asked Xander, his eyes sliding over the scales of the snake.

“A couple of months, maybe.” Commented the worker, shrugging. “Magical snakes are funny like that. Sometimes they’ll go with a person even if they’re not their familiar, but this one seems to be holding out. Several people have been by to look at her, but she’s always pretty hostile, so they keep looking.”

“How to familiar bonds work?” Xander asked his parents as the employee tried several keys in the lock without success.

“Wizards and witches form a bond with certain magical animals. Crookshanks was your mother’s familiar, and I have two familiars, both dogs. Familiars can sometimes sense their person’s mood, or if they’re in danger, and they can help along your magic, sometimes. If you find your familiar, they’ll be very loyal, and can stabilize your magical abilities.” Explained Blaise.

The employee finally found the correct key, and slipped on a dragon hide glove before reaching into the cage.

However, the snake dodged past his grasping hand, and slithered past him towards the opening to the cage. It reared its head up at the edge of the cage, and Hermione grabbed the back of Xander’s shirt, pulling him back from the snake.

“Mother, She’s not going to hurt me.” Xander said, but Hermione kept a firm grip on him, regardless.

The snake’s forked tongue darted out a few times, tasting the air. The employee was seemingly frozen in shock, his arm still extended into the cage. “She’s not done that before.” He mumbled, his eyes fixed on the snake. “Normally she slides to the back of the cage, and hisses at anyone who tries to touch her.”

“Mother, I think she’s okay. She just wants to get to know me.” Said Xander, pulling free of Hermione’s grasp. She made a strangled noise in the back of her throat as her son approached the potentially harmful animal. Next to her, Blaise tensed, ready to grab Xander at a moment’s notice.

The snake slowly extended itself towards Xander, its tongue darting out regularly. Xander slowly reached his hand toward the snake, and the reptile flicked its tongue out against Xander’s wrist. Seemingly satisfied, the snake began to coil around Xander’s fingers, then his hand, then his wrist, moving slowly up his arm.

“Is it constricting him?” asked Hermione, worried.

“No, she’s just using enough grip to hang on.” Said Xander, watching as the snake curved over his shoulder. It came to a stop when her head was draped over Xander’s shoulder, next to his neck. The snake’s red and orange body was wrapped around Xander’s right arm, with the tail gripping just above his wrist.

“So can we get her?” Xander asked, stroking the snake’s scaled body.

Blaise and Hermione looked at each other, then at the shop worker. “She’s never done this before.” He said. “Your son may have found his familiar. I’ll sell her to you for fifteen galleons.”

“Sold.” Said Blaise, much to Xander’s delight. “Now, what else do we need to care for it?”

~(o)~

“What about Ava? No? Hmm, what about Saampa? It means ‘red’ in Hindi. Right, Mother?” Hermione nodded, slightly unnerved as her son spoke to his new pet.

The trio (or quartet, if you counted the snake) was seated in Florean Fortescue’s Ice cream Parlor. Hermione and Blaise sat on one side of the table, licking Chocolate and Coffee flavored ice cream, respectively. On the other side of the table was Xander, holding a greatly ignored mint chocolate chip cone, which was slowly dripping down Xander’s hand due to his inattention.

In a cardboard box next to him was the new snake, coiled around in the temporary carrying case. Xander had originally wanted to walk out of Magical Menagerie with the reptile still coiled around his arm, but Hermione had insisted on the box. “Many people are afraid of snakes, Xander. We don’t want to cause a riot in the Alley.” Xander had relented, but insisted on carrying his new pet himself.

Ever since they had sat down to eat, Xander had been trying out new names for his snake. While Hermione could see no response from the snake, apparently Xander could, and so name after name was rejected.

“How do you know Hindi?” asked Blaise curiously.

“Uncle- er- Professor Gupta taught me.” Said Xander distractedly. “He’s from India, and he comes around for visits, sometimes.”

Hermione felt Blaise’s eyes on her, but looked determinedly at her ice cream instead of meeting his gaze. Over the past few weeks, Hermione had noted Blaise tensing slightly when Xander would mention another adult male in their lives. She assumed that it was a matter of jealousy in concern to Xander. Over the years, their son had collected a number of male favorites among Hermione’s friends and acquaintances, and admired them for various reasons. Charlie Weasley was a prime example of this, and Xander could talk about him for hours.

However, Hermione had no interest in diving into the cluster of issues this discussion would entail. She steadily ignored the pointed looks Blaise shot her when Xander mentioned one of these men.

There was a long pause as Xander realized that his ice cream was dissolving into a puddle, and quickly licked up the ensuring mess. “What about Selena?” he asked his pet, and Hermione saw the snake’s response this time. Her head rose, and her tongue flicked out. This apparently was a confirmation, as Xander’s mouth curved into a grin.

“Mother, Father, meet Selena.” Introduced Xander, gesturing proudly at the snake.

“A pleasure to meet you, Selena,” said Blaise, nodding solemnly at the cardboard box. “Now, do we need to do anything else either of you need to do while we’re in London? I’ll need to stop by the office for a moment, myself.”

“If we could swing by Flourish and Blotts, I’d like to pick up a book. Also, we’ll need to stop by the market while we’re out. We’re getting low on groceries, and I won’t have time to stop and get some this week.”

Ten minutes later, the group left the ice cream parlor, making their way through the Diagon Alley crowds. Hermione thought she saw a camera’s light bulb flash once, but nothing was there when she turned to look. In the corner of her mind, she was worried about the press’ response to their little family outing, considering both she and Blaise were well- known in the wizarding world. However, she categorized the worry under a mental file labeled “Don’t Worry About It Until There’s Something You Can Do.”

Hermione nipped into Flourish and Blotts and grabbed the book she wanted, and they made their way further down the alley. There were several streets that branched off the main alley, with small magical businesses and living complexes. Blaise steered them onto one of these streets before long. The road was relatively short, with a small apartment building, a café, a grocery shop, and the building that housed Flint and Ferguson Law Firm.

“Oh, this is perfect.” Said Hermione as her eyes settled on the small grocery store. “Blaise, you can do whatever you needed at work, and I can get the shopping done. Two birds, one stone.”

“Mother, can I please go with Father?” asked Xander, already edging down towards the building.

“Yes, alright. Will I have any trouble getting in?” asked Hermione, raising her brows at Blaise.

“If you’ll send your patronus when you’re done, we’ll meet you in the lobby.” Said Blaise, and the group dispersed.

~(o)~

Grocery shopping was taking longer than expected.

As Hermione wandered up and down the aisles of Dee’s Grocery Market, she found herself to be deep in thought.

‘I need a game plan,’ Hermione mused as she tossed a box of pasta into her cart. ‘Things are getting out of hand.’

Indeed, Hermione’s busy agenda had worn her down over the past few weeks, leaving her little time to gather her thoughts. So many changes had occurred over the past few weeks, and the accompanying feeling of chaos was unwelcome.

Her job as a professor insured her life was hectic during the last few weeks of school, and the various conferences were both necessary and exhausting. Hermione hated being away from Xander so often, and looked forward to the end of the international sessions. Generally, they were scheduled during the first few weeks of break, and tapered off as the summer progressed. It was during this off- time that Hermione usually took Xander on a vacation for a week, somewhere warm and interesting. Maybe they could try Hawaii this year; she could use a little relaxation from sun and surf.

Her role of a mother was one source of both worry and joy. Hermione wouldn’t trade her son for the world, but she worried about leaving him alone so much. As a child, Hermione herself had spent a lot of time alone with her books, which later made it harder to interact with her peers. Surely she could save Xander the same pain?

Checking a few apples for bruises, Hermione made an effort to sort out her feelings. Soon, she realized that many of them belonged under a mental folder labeled “Blaise.”

Her feeling of shock and panic as Blaise first found out about his son, quickly followed by terror as his threat of legal retaliation came to light. On Xander’s birthday, she felt as if she had finally gotten a handle on Blaise becoming a part of their lives. However, the resulting snogging session had dug up long- buried emotions in Hermione. Emotions that she had thought were well and truly gone. There were few women who could resist the Italian wizard’s charms, and she was not one of them. But who could blame her? The feeling of security and safety, mixed with the undeniable excitement of his body next to hers…

But Hermione quickly banished the thought of any physical intimacy from her mind. In the time since Xander’s birthday, she had realized her mistake: by allowing Blaise to kiss her, she was blurring lines that should be clear as day. Hermione had never believed that people should marry just because they had a child together. Marriage was sacred in her eyes, reserved for people who could love each other for the rest of their lives. And surely the two of them were not fit for such a commitment.

So Hermione would be on her guard. She would be friendly, mature, and keep a casual distance from Blaise. They were partners in raising this child, not lovers. And she would do well to remember that. Because she knew, better than anyone, how easy it was to be sucked into the modern- day Casanova that was Blaise Zabini.

Making her way to the grocery check- out, Hermione was resolved. Things were going to be straightened out, and soon.

~(o)~

As she opened the door to the firm, Hermione mentally noted the modern décor and construction of the law building. Five stories tall, the first floor’s walls were primarily glass with stainless steel features. Inside, the black tile shone, reflecting Hermione’s image back at her. The waiting area was all black leather and polished chrome, with well- manicured bonsai trees sat upon minimalist side tables. Behind the counter was a pale blonde receptionist, her hair cut in a chic bob, wearing a tight black dress, paired with stiletto heels.

The girl only glanced up for a moment when Hermione entered the building, and promptly turned back to the file on her desk, popping her bright pink gum. Despite her supposed perusal of the file in front of her, Hermione caught the corner of Witch Weekly peeking out from behind the file, and rolled her eyes. Sitting down on one of the couches, Hermione quickly cast the Expecto Patronum spell and sent her otter patronus racing up the stairs to find Blaise. Hermione caught the receptionist’s shocked look, as it sped by her- a mix of surprise and grudging admiration. This look quickly turned sour however, and the receptionist shot a glare at Hermione before turning back to her magazine.

Before long, Xander and Blaise entered the lobby, and Hermione stood to greet them. At the same time, the girl behind the counter stood hurriedly, much to Hermione’s confusion. However, Blaise looked neither surprised nor pleased, and heaved a quiet sigh.

“Hello, Blaise.” The blonde purred, subtly pushing her breasts together as she leaned towards him across the desk.

“For the last time, Cynthia, I expect you to call me Mr. Zabini, like everyone else.” Said Blaise, gently pushing Xander towards Hermione.

“Oh, but you’re not nearly as fussy as all the other old geezers around this place.” Cooed Cynthia, batting her lashes. “I mean, we’re nearly the same age, and we’ve known each other for ages.”

“Have we?” asked Blaise disdainfully. “The only other time I remember meeting you is back in school. If I remember correctly, you spent quite a great deal of time being caught with various Quidditch players in side corridors engaging in…” His eyes cut to Xander, who watched with rapt attention. “extracurricular activities.”

Undeterred, the girl casually placed her well- manicured hand atop Blaise’s, which rested on the counter of the desk. “I like to think I’m quite good with ‘extracurricular activities’, Blaise. Maybe you could give me a score, in private? I’d work quite hard for an O.”

At this, Blaise jerked his hand away from her, his lips twisting into a mask of disgust. His action unintentionally spurred an unexpected series of events that no one could have predicted.

With a dull interjection of “Whoops.” from Xander, Selena slithered from the lid of her carrying case, which was conveniently held open by Xander’s own fingers. The snake rapidly slithered up his arm, coming to rest on the countertop of the desk. Her head reared up, hissing.

Cynthia screamed. Snatching up the magazine in front of her, she began to swipe at the snake.

“Hey! Don’t hurt her!” yelled Xander, shielding his familiar with his child’s arms. Soon as the rolled up magazine hit Xander on the side of the head, making a loud ‘thwap’.

‘Oh, Hell no.’ Hermione felt herself go into ‘Momma Bear’ mode.

Reaching out, Hermione grabbed the magazine from the girl’s hands. Giving her two, sharp bats about the head, Hermione used her frostiest voice to address the girl.

“If you ever hit my child again, I will make your life a living hell.” She said, glaring.

“But, the bloody snake-” Cynthia stuttered, trying to hide her fear of the woman in front of her.

“I don’t give a damn about the bloody snake.” Hermione snapped, “I highly suggest you get yourself together, do your work, and stay far, far away from both Mr. Zabini and my son.” Hermione tried to ignore the twisting in her gut…it felt entirely too much like jealousy. “Have I made myself clear?”

“Crystal.” Cynthia whispered, watching small bolts of electricity weave through Hermione’s hair in her anger.

“Good.” Hermione gave a sneering smile, and instructed Xander to collect his snake. This was done immediately, and Hermione grabbed the child’s free hand before she hauled him out of the building. Hearing Blaise’s muffled footsteps behind, Hermione didn’t bother to turn around as she told him they were going home, and apparated both she and Xander on the spot.

~(o)~

Hours later, after Blaise had left and Xander had gone to bed, Hermione roused herself from her position on the couch. After changing into jeans, a jumper, and tennis shoes, Hermione slipped on her dragon-hide gloves that she kept around for certain potions.

Slipping into her son’s room without a sound, Hermione cast a silencio on herself as she crept in. Casting her eyes about the room, they fell on the tank that housed Xander’s snake.

Her son had spent an hour that evening, crouched over it with Blaise, arranging and re-arranging the various parts of his familiar’s habitat. Blaise had cast heating charms on all the rocks, and Hermione could see the sleek form of Selena draped around these rocks, presumably asleep.

Drawing her wand, Hermione cast a pertificus totalus on the slumbering reptile before reaching into the tank. She gingerly lifted the frozen snake into the cloth bag in her other hand, and tied a firm knot in the top. Glancing at her son, Hermione was relieved to see the steady rise and fall of his chest as he slept on. Tiptoeing out of the room, Hermione waited until she was in the living room to call out.

“Kurty.” She whispered into the air, and was immediately rewarded with a soft pop as a house elf apparated into the room. “I need to go do something. Could you please watch Xander for an hour or two?”

“Kurty will be pleased to watch the young master.” The house elf squeaked, beaming. Then, his face fell, regarding Hermione suspiciously. “But what is the Mistress of Charms doing out so late at night?”

“I just have things to do, okay?” snapped Hermione.

“Very well, Mistress of Charms. Kurty will watch over the young master until your return.”

Hermione gave a brisk “thanks” before hurrying out the door. As she made her way to the gates of Hogwarts, she spoke to the bag that still lay clutched in her fist. “All right, Selena. We’re going on a little trip.”

Hey guys,

I basically HATE this chapter. When I was writing it, it was like pulling teeth. Mandy (Draco’s fiancé) was supposed to make an appearance, and Cynthia was not, but sometimes the characters tend to just take over the keyboard. As a result, it’s not a very good chapter. Hopefully none of you picked up on how stilted the whole thing was. For those of you that did, my apologies.

I muddled through the facts about magical familiars. Hope I didn’t make any grievous mistakes. Selena looks like a red American Corn Snake, in case anyone wants to google it.

Do hugs, not drugs,

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