Title: The Well 10/?
Author: eidheann
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1000 (~7,000 total)
Summary: Where there is a wish...
Warnings: angst. and, er, some blunt conversation.
A/N: Many thanks for the comments and support.

When he left the Manor, he felt confident in a way he hadn't since his 5th year at Hogwarts. He knew what needed to be done, and the certainty that he would be able to do it left him breathing easier than he could remember. Harry was happy with whatever he was doing now. It was selfish to hope the last part of his wish would be ignored. But the Well was giving him the opportunity to help Pansy, Theo, and his father wouldn't leave his mother alone forever. When it was safe, he would find her and they would go somewhere. Maybe France. Maybe somewhere no one knew them, knew their history, knew Lucius was supposed to be dead. Love would conquer, and he was being given the opportunity to help it.

His smile, when he apparated to his flat was genuine. It lasted a moment before he took in the scene before him before falling to shock. Pansy was chasing Lippy around his desk, Lippy holding a letter tightly to her chest. "Panse... What in Merlin's name are you doing to my elf?"

Pansy stopped running and glanced quickly at him, her face filling with color as she straightened her robes around her. Lippy huffed and toddled up to Draco. "Master Draco Sir has a letter, Sir. Lippy is giving Master Draco his letter. Lippy is not giving it to Miss Pansy, not at all!"

He felt his face fall into a smirk as he took the letter, watching Pansy. "Reading my mail, dearest?"

She huffed, covering her embarrassment with rolled eyes and crossed arms. "Please, you were reading mine just this morning."

His smirk slid to a grin as he popped the seal, pulling out the single sheet of parchment inside. "It is my house. Besides, I didn't have to chase the house elf for it."

Lippy nodded repeatedly at that. "Lippy is a good house elf. Lippy knows Master Draco's mail is for Master Draco." She frowned fiercely at Pansy before disappearing with a pop.

"That elf is a menace..." Pansy frowned. "So? What is that, anyway?"

"She's just loyal," Draco answered absently as he flipped open the letter. He swallowed, not reading the words, as the familiar handwriting hit him like a blow.

"Draco?" Pansy reached toward him and placed a hand on his arm, her voice concerned. "Draco? What is it?" She pulled his arm until she could see the letter, then frowned fiercely. "I can't believe him! Who does he think he is writing you like that, especially now when you've got enough on your plate. You aren't going to do this!"

He shook his head and rubbed his eyes before shaking off Pansy's arm and reading the letter.

Draco,
I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now. I mean, I think I'm probably the last person you want to talk to just in general. But it's important. Please come to Grimmauld Place tomorrow evening. I can make dinner or you could come after dinner or anything. I need to talk to you about something. It's important.
How are you? I hope you're well.
I guess I'll end this here.
Harry

"Never could write a letter, could you Potter?"

"Don't tell me you're actually thinking about going to see that bastard, Draco." Pansy's frown was fierce, but her hand fluttering along his arm betrayed her anxiety. "I won't let you. Not after I saw how he broke your heart."

"It's alright. I need to get over this eventually." He took a breath and pocketed the letter. "I don't know what I'm going to do about this."

"Oh Draco. Be careful."

He squeezed her hand, and cleared his throat. "Speaking of careful, you should be as well. Mother is quite put out at you, you know." Pansy grimaced, but accepted the conversation change with a return squeeze. "Why didn't you tell Theo?"

"What- You- She knows?"

"Of course she knows! It was tell her the truth and have her annoyed at you, or lie and have her annoyed at me. And I was there."

"Oh I can't believe you. Couldn't you tell her the baby was yours? A secret torrid affair?"

His eyebrow lifted as he countered, "Secret torrid affair? Mother knows I like cock more than you do. And don't try feeding that story to Theo, he knows it, too. If you don't remember, he was in our class. If I wasn't able to get it up for you third year, do you think he'd believe I would now?"

Pansy's shoulders slumped in defeat. "He's working on his Charms Mastery, you know that."

"I'm working on my Potions Mastery!"

"He never has time for me... for us. I'm just a distraction. I told him I was going to stay with Mother and he just told me to have a nice time. He didn't even look up. He didn't kiss me goodbye!"

Draco sighed and pulled Pansy into a lose embrace. "He loves you. Just read the letter he sent, it's there for anyone to see."

"I can't do anything about it now," she clung to his robes, and he felt the wetness of her tears on his shoulder. "What do I tell him? I felt like you didn't care so proposed to my gay best friend and put a notice in the Prophet?"

He chuckled quietly, "Well, you did."

Pansy pushed him back and slapped his chest, before giggling. "Oh Merlin, I did, didn't I?" He nodded and she sighed. "What do I do?"

"You talk to him. You tell him you love him. You tell him you're having his baby and panicked. Pregnant women do all sorts of crazy things, after all." She slapped his chest again, and he caught her hand. "I can go with you if you'd like."

She sniffed. "Maybe I'll ask to see him tomorrow evening."

He could feel the smile freezing on his face, but took a deep breath and nodded. "Maybe you can ask to see him tomorrow evening."