Draco unwrapped another gift he had received back from his fiancée. He had taken it upon himself to send his fiancée gifts recently, they had just been returned with a simple note attached to them. Usually telling him to "Piss off". Reading his fiancée unmistakeable scrawny handwriting he frowned at the note she sent this time.
'I thought you said girls like this sort of thing?' Draco asked Pansy.
'They do but this is Potter we are talking about.'
'I can't give up Pans. I just need to get her to give in'.
'Give into what Draco?' came the voice of his male best friend.
'Where have you been?'
'Is that lipstick on your face.'
'As you can tell I've been with someone,' Blaise said rubbing his cheek.
'Who?' Pansy inquired.
'Oh no, I'm not kissing and telling this time.'
'Oh come here,' Pansy indicated and cleaned the lipstick off Blaise's face for him.
'So I asked you what did you need Harry to give into?'
'Blaise,' Pansy scolded.
Draco was surprised by the use of his fiancée horrible nickname. 'You're friends with my fiancée when did that happen? How did that happen?'
'Stop trying so hard to win her over. Besides, the girl got to me. I like her she's decent.'
'Decent read the note she sent me along with the gift she returned.'
'Get the point. She sure has a way with words. So you may have your work cut out for you.'
'Really I hadn't noticed that Blaise. I just need her to speak to me then I will at least be able to take things from there.'
'Look so far Harry,' Blaise sent an apologetic look in Draco's direction. 'Is telling you to basically fuck off. This plan of yours is not wooing her.'
'So what should I do instead?'
'Talk to someone that knows her Draco find out her likes and dislikes. Speak with the girl herself or otherwise, you are just going to knock back every time you try.'
Speak to someone that knew her. Draco eyes the Gryffindor table. That meant speaking with her best friends or Weaslet. Weasley and Weaslet would just hex him first and ask questions later. Which left speaking with Granger perhaps she would be more accommodating.
'Oh just look at him he's got so big now,' Ginny said sitting down beside Harry.
'Anyone would think, you lot hadn't seen a baby before,' Ron mentioned which earned him a punch in the arm.
'Oh, Ron do shut up.'
'You're with me on this one right mate?'
'Sorry, Ron you're outnumbered. I think my godson is rather sweet actually.'
'I'm going to go throw up now. Find me when you're done.'
That earned him another punch.
'I don't get to see him much now do I. He's changing all the time Ron.'
'Don't mind the insensitive prat, Harry. He has no clue as to what he's talking about,' Ginny told her.
'Right I'm off you lot are just barmy.'
This time he dodged the punch aimed in his direction leaving them to look over the pictures recently sent to her by Mrs Tonks.
'Aww, who's the little cutie?' Lavender asked.
'My godson Teddy.'
'You must miss him?'
'I do I can't wait until the holidays so I can see him.'
'Sounds like you love him, Harry.'
'Yep, the one and only man in my life I'm completely and utterly in love with.'
This caused laughter to erupt around her. Slightly confused as to what was so funny. Harry looked towards Ginny.
'Nicely timed,' she whispered to her indicating towards the door.
Harry turned watching as Malfoy left the Great Hall clearly unimpressed. Malfoy must have overheard her as he walked past to the exit. It wasn't her fault if he had. Who would have thought that he would jealous of an almost-one-year-old.
