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“Not Hogwarts?”

“No. Believe me, I tried. I think they don’t want my godfather to grade me. They think he’d favor me or something like that.”

Blaise snorted into his wine at the thought of Snape favoring anyone enough to up their grade. Nope, it wasn’t compatible with the reality.

“So how’s your better half?” Blaise asked.

“Well right now we’re arguing—”

“You don’t say.” Blaise’s tone was dry and sarcastic.

“—about children.”

Blaise choked on the wine he was drinking and decided that, even though it was really good wine, he should not drink it during this conversation.

“I can honestly say that is the last thing I thought you were going to say.”

Draco smirked. “I enjoy surprising you.”

“So what exactly are you arguing about?”

“How they will come into existence.”

“Oh, you mean whether you’re going to use a potion or a spell?”

“Yes.”

“Let me guess, you want the potion, he wants the spell?”

“Exactly.”

Blaise grinned lopsidedly at him. “Well, I think whoever has to carry the baby should decide.”

“Blaise, that is disgusting.”

Blaise couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his friend’s face. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Well, if memory serves me correctly, the Hereditary Potion and Spell are both administered at the same time of birth, right?”