Three hours into Draco's visit the night of Susan's surprise diagnosis, Blaise finally allowed himself to relax. Nothing had gone wrong, despite his not so private fears that something would. He hadn't slipped up and mentioned anything he shouldn't have, and Draco didn't seem suspicious of his surprise return to England. They, along with Theo, sat in a comfortable sitting room somewhere on the second floor of the Manor, drinking a disgustingly expensive vintage of Ogden's, catching up. Blaise, as he was the returning party, provided the bulk of the entertainment. A burning feeling had settled in the pit of his stomach as he had tried to recount his various exploits in Italy, realizing that he was detailing his encounters with Hermione - although he never mentioned her, of course. He was careful to avoid Theo's knowing gaze, and more careful about keeping names, or any defining characteristics, out of his more salacious stories.