AN: I'm sorry it took me so long to update, I was trying to get everyone's tattoos designed and sorted out, then college finals snuck up on me, and I've just been a mess. BUT I finished another chapter, so here ya go! Let me know what you think!

It took Draco three weeks to make it back to Virago but not for a lack of trying. The first time he'd gone back was two days after getting his first tattoo. He'd distracted himself with work in the Malfoy family company before finally caving. When he'd found her store window in Hogsmead he'd stood outside the shop going back and forth in his mind on whether or not he should go in.

Before he could decide, a flash of familiar ginger hair caught his attention. Ginny Weasley walked out of a back room and into the main lobby followed by a laughing Hermione. Ginny was waving her arms in exaggerated movements to go along with the story she was telling allowing sunlight to glint off the gold tattoos of her arms. Draco studied them in fascination admiring the glittering leaves and vines that twined up the girl's freckled arms. How Hermione managed to create such incredible designs with ink continued to baffle him. Draco left the storefront before the women could see him.

The second time he attempted to visit he ran into none other than Luna Lovegood leaving Virago. Before he could walk away or come up with a viable excuse for being there, Luna called out to him, "Why, Draco, fancy seeing you here." She approached him a smile lighting her face. "It's been a while hasn't it?"

A small amount of guilt settled in Draco's chest. Luna had been one of the few classmates who had been friendly to him after the War. As editor of the Quibbler she'd been the only newspaper to paint his trial and subsequent life change as the honest, repentant actions that they were. They had developed a friendship over the last three years which Draco was incredibly thankful for.

"I know, Luna, I'm sorry I've neglected our weekly brunches. Work got away from me and the next thing I know a month has gone by."

Staying true to her nature, Luna smiled and replied, "Not to worry, it's understandable with the amount of wrackspurts you have flying around. They've been causing a ruckus in your mind haven't they?"

Draco allowed a small smile at her antics and nodded, "Of course. They've made life very difficult."

Luna hummed in agreement. "Positive thinking will rid you of those right quick. Is that why you're here?"

Draco scratched the back of his neck and tried to quickly think of an excuse as to why he was in Hogsmead. "Actually, I'm here because - "

"You wish for Hermione to update your tattoo?" Luna interjected smoothly. Realizing he wouldn't be able to lie to the perceptive blonde, Draco nodded. "That's a wonderful idea. Hermione's work is beautiful, really. It would get rid of wrackspurts right away. Would you like to see what she's painted on me? I have two at the moment but she and I are working on a third that I know will be magnificent."

Draco nodded, excited to see more of Hermione's work. "The first one is on my wrist," Luna held out her right hand, palm facing up. Circling her wrist were delicate little runes, no bigger than a knut. Draco gently took her hand and examined the runes, easily identifying the symbols for protection, healing, clarity, and peace. They were a deep blue and were mirrored on the back of her wrist in the same sequence but in moon glyphs. They were incredibly clever, Draco noted, and he would definitely be asking Hermione about them later. "The second one is here," Luna lifted the flowing, wildly patterned skirt she was wearing to expose her right thigh and the artwork adorning it. In the center was a large, dark green triskele designed to appear as if it were made out of vines and leaves. Across the bottom in beautiful, flowing script was the name "Pandora". The surrounding area was covered in an abundance of white and red flowers.

"These flowers here," Luna gestured to the tiny white, bell-shaped flowers, "are lily of the valley which stand for a return of happiness. The red ones are poppy which are for imagination, and these big white ones," Luna pointed to the larger, closed blossoms that seems to move in an invisible wind on her leg, "are Moonflowers which only bloom at night so they're sleeping at the moment."

Draco's fingers itched to reach out and trace the flowers, awed by the color and movement of the design. He hesitated to pry but asked, "And Pandora?"

Luna stilled before a small, sad smile grew on her face. "That's my mother's name. I wanted something to remember her by. Hermione spelled the ink so that it grows warm when I miss her."

Draco rested a hand on her shoulder in comfort. "It's beautiful Luna." He smiled at the little blonde before taking his hand away and clearing his throat. "Since I'm a month behind on our brunches, how would you feel about getting lunch today?"

Luna's eyes lit up and she smiled at him. "Why, Draco, I would love to! But won't you miss your appointment with Hermione?"

"No, I haven't made one yet. I'll go back eventually."

Nodding sagely at the trepidation hidden in his sentence, Luna linked her arm through his. "Well, in that case, to lunch it is!"

The third time Draco tried to visit was with just as little, if not less success. He was pulling on his second shoe fixing to floo to Hogsmead when his fireplace lit up and spit someone out into his flat. Glancing up, Draco took in the petite woman dusting off her robes. "Pansy, to what do I owe the please?"

Pansy finished picking invisible dust off her robes and smiled at him. "Draco, darling, how have you been?"

"I saw you just the other day, Pans, can we skip the pleasantries?" Draco drawled. He draped himself over the couch knowing he wouldn't be making it to Virago today.

Pansy waved her hand dismissively at him and perched on the chaise opposite Draco. "Yes, yes, but that was only for a few moments and Blaise was there. You know he dominates the conversations, I barely got a word in edgewise."

Draco chuckled at their friend's antics. "You did ask what was happening in his life, so you're partially to blame for opening the Pandora's box of drama."

Pansy rolled her eyes in agreement, "Just because I ask how he's doing doesn't mean I need to know every detail from the last year and a half. That was just too much."

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched knowing Pansy could be just as bad as Blaise when it came to over-sharing with details that hardly mattered to other people. He stood to get drinks from the bar in his flat and waited for Pansy to explain why she'd come. There was the quiet sounds of glass shifting as he poured their drinks before she finally spoke.

"I visited Granger's shop."

Draco paused in his pouring for a moment to acknowledge her statement and show her his shock before he finished pouring them and turned to face her. "Did you?"

She nodded and accepted the drink he gave her. "It was purely out of curiosity."

Draco retook his seat on the couch and sipped his drink. "Of course."

She took a sip as well, humming at his drink choice, before adding, "She's changed a lot since school." Her eyes shifted to his to see his reaction; noting the lack of confusion or disgust she continued, "She's quite skilled at her craft as well. For Granger."

Draco nodded. "Yes, Theo told me he's become quite a fan."

Pansy's shoulders relaxed minutely as she realized he already knew where this was going and that she wouldn't be the first. "I must admit, I am as well."

Draco allowed a small smile and asked, "Can I assume then that you have a personal art collection now as well?"

Pansy returned his smile and set her drink on the coffee table. Standing to remove her outer robe she agreed, "You would be correct in that assumption." She was wearing a long, dark blue dress with thin straps on her shoulders leaving her arms uncovered. Draco's eyebrows shot to his hairline as he took in her tattoo.

Spanning from her wrist to the shoulder strap of her dress, Pansy had an entire tattoo sleeve covering her right arm. Draco quickly crossed the room to get a closer look and traced a finger gently over the ink. She had roses, thorns, and thistle with purple blossoms weaving from her wrist to her shoulder. On her shoulder was her family crest with her mother's name in beautiful script below it. He ran his fingertip over her mother's name before making eye contact with Pansy's tear-filled eyes. "Pansy, it's..." He was at a loss for words. She just smiled and nodded, understanding the feeling.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm going to have to start calling her Hermione." Pansy laughed lightly as she ran a hand over her arm. "I'm not sure what was more surprising, seeing what she was capable of or seeing the Gryffindor Princess covered in tattoos herself."

Draco's body warmed at the thought of Hermione's tattoos. If he was being honest with himself, getting an addition to his tattoo was only half the reason he had been trying to return to Hermione's shop.

Seeing the look on his face as an opportunity to poke fun at his expense, Pansy smirked. "Draco, does the idea of Hermione having tattoos get to you?"

When his eyes widened a millimeter and his body stilled, Pansy's smirk turned into her jaw dropping. Draco bit back a wince. Busted.