Harry stood by the small door to the Room of Requietment. He'd just finished clearing the corridor and was now waiting for Goyle. This was the first time the Slytherin would see the room, and Harry was expecting to surprise him a bit. He had guards under invisibility cloaks stationed all over this hall way to keep people out of it for the remainder of the night. Harry was only here to make sure that Goyle and Pansy arrived safely and then he'd leave them be for their romantic dinner. As a matter of fact, he had his own dinner plans for Valentine's Day. He'd been on guard shift with Hermione the other night and had found out she didn't have a date for dinner either, and so he did the logical thing and asked her to have dinner with him. They were best friends after all, why spend the night alone?

His eyes scanned the hallway and fell upon the form of Gregory Goyle who was dressed up in his newest set of robes. He was approaching alone, as he had been instructed to do. Harry smiled, "She's coming, right?"

Gregory nodded and looked up and down the hall. Harry opened the door for Goyle to let him into the room. He would wait out here for Ron who would seemingly be coming alone, but was really escorting Pansy under an invisibility cloak. They had gone to great lengths to arrange for this. Thankfully, it was all coming together nicely. In about three minutes, Ron should arrive.

Gregory was shocked at what he saw when he entered the room. It was absolutely amazing. Dobby and Winky were standing off to one excitedly chattering about the night's affairs. In the middle of the room sat a nice oak round table, just big enough for two people. A pair of candles sat unlit on the table top, and the room had provided a very nice china place setting for two. Silk streamers and more candles adorned the walls in various shades of red, pink, and white. Other than the light from the candles, the room was dark, furnishing a very intimate ambiance to place. Small rose petals were tossed about on the floor to give off fragrance and yet more decoration. He smiled; Pansy would like it, he was sure. He nodded to the two house elves and turned back to the door to wait for his bride-to-be to arrive.

Pansy stood looking at herself in the mirror, brushing her dark bangs out of her face yet again. Ever since the afternoon's lovemaking session, she seemed to have a glow about her. She was blissfully happy, so much so that she actually set aside her baggy robes for the night in favor of a dress. It fell to her mid-knee and the fabric was a light blue color that brought out the icy blueness of her eyes; it was fitted in the bodice, drawing attention to her breasts and fell straight, only slightly disrupted by the swell in her belly. Even Ron, who was known for his blunt and hurtful comments, told her that she looked beautiful. With just a tinge of makeup, she stepped beneath the invisibility cloak and they made their way to the Room of Requietment.

From the moment she entered, Pansy gasped. The atmosphere of the room was soft, romantic; only candles lit the room, dimmed low but still gave off enough light to draw attention to the rose petals scattered about at the table set for two. Tears of happiness ran down of her face and she beamed. She stepped over to her fiancée and drew his face down to hers, kissing him lightly on the lips, "Thank you, it's so beautiful."

Harry watched the two kiss and smiled. The ring on her hand hadn't escaped his attention. That made things a bit more difficult should that become public knowledge. He was certain that it would cause Voldemort to step up his efforts to recover Pansy. He nodded to Gregory as the Slytherin finished his kiss with Pansy and then bowed. "Dobby and Winky will take care of you two tonight. The guards will remain outside in the hall at all times so that you have complete privacy. Don't you two worry about anything tonight, just enjoy yourselves." He was about to close the door, but stopped and motioned to her finger. "Oh and congratulations." He didn't wait for a reply, just closed the door and watched as it vanished into the wall.

Gregory smiled at Harry's ability to spot even the smallest details. He made sure the door closed before he faced Pansy again. "Nothing compares to how beautiful you look tonight." He took a step back to look at her really good. The dress was perfect on her, and he didn't even really notice the swell of her belly, especially when the bodice drew his attention elsewhere. His eyes danced with mischief as he held out his arm to her, and led her to the table. He pulled out a chair and waited for her to sit before moving to the other side to join her. Dobby approached and snapped his fingers, causing the pair of candles on the table to light. He then stepped back a bit to give them a chance to talk before dinner was served.

Once seated, Pansy smiled over at him. She had been craving pasta quite badly; she hoped that her idle suggestion that they have Italian tonight hadn't gone unnoticed. But, of course, she knew it wouldn't. Gregory seemed to listen to everything she said and was attentive to all of her needs. Slipping her hand into his, her ring sparkled even in he dim light, "I know it's not very romantic but I...I brought along a book of baby names. I thought it might be fun to discuss them during dinner." Blushing, she thanked Dobby who handed her the thick book immediately. "But we don't have to, if you don't want."

Gregory smiled at Pansy and ran his thumb over the back of her hand. "Honey, tonight is all about you. And I can think of a better time to discuss baby names than right now in the privacy of this room." It really was a good idea. This way, they wouldn't have to worry about who might be listening in on them anywhere else. "Have you found any you like so far?"

Relief washed over her as she opened the book, giving him the sweetest smile she had in her arsenal. She loved him truly and deeply, he was always thinking of her. "I've looked through a few," The book told the truth though, she had about a hundred pages dog-eared. "I like the name Faith, like I was saying earlier. Oh, but I really like the name Regina and Florence."

Gregory smiled and watched her finger through the many dog-eared pages to show him some of her selections. His mind drifted back to the sister no one knew he had. "Hey Pansy...what do you think of the name Abigail? Maybe for a middle name," He really hoped she liked it. He wanted to pay a bit of homage to his younger sister, and if she asked why, he'd tell her. But it was kind of a sore subject with him.

Pansy thought about it for a moment, "Abigail?" For several seconds, she thought about it. "I like it, I think. But shouldn't we pick a first name before we do a middle one?" She was curious as to why he wanted to start with that one. "That way we can make sure the name flows well and everything." Dark blue eyes peered into his and she saw a hint of sadness there. "Oh Gregory, I didn't hurt your feelings did I?" Tears started welling in her eyes, "I'm so insensitive!" Dear Merlin, if she was going to lose it at the drop of a hat for the next nine months, she was going to go insane! Grasping her napkin she dabbed at her eyes, "I'm sorry!"

Gregory wiped the sadness out of his eyes the minute Pansy started to get teary. He reached over and grabbed her hand. "Pansy, don't cry. It doesn't hurt my feelings. It's just…well, nobody really knows this, but when I was five my mom and dad had another baby. A little girl, they named her Abigail. She died when she was two of the dragon pox. I always suspected my dad had something to do with it. That was about the time when the Death Eaters were experimenting with diseases to get back to the wizarding world for You-Know-Who's demise." Gregory turned away form Pansy and wiped his eyes quickly. "I always said if I ever had kids and one was a girl...I'd put Abigail in her name in memory of my sister. But, we don't have to if you like another name better."

If Pansy had been teary eyed before, she was certainly crying now. "Oh Goyle," She sniffled, "That's...that's horrid!" She gripped his hand tightly. "I can't believe any person could be so cruel. And I'm so sorry, I'm so very sorry." Dark streams from her mascara left marks on her cheeks. "Abigail is the perfect middle name. No matter what, we'll find a name that fits the beauty of it. I promise, Gregory, I promise." Dabbing at her eyes again, she grasped her water glass that was, as usual, filled with pumpkin juice and took a long sip, calming herself.

Gregory stood up form his chair and moved around the small table. He knelt down by Pansy and wrapped his arms around her. "Thanks Pansy. Yet another reason why I love you so much." He nuzzled his face into her hair and kissed her cheek. "We'll find a name that fits it..." He grabbed the book and started flipping through the pages, "Hmm, let's see here...there's...Bethany, Christina..." Nothing seemed to fit just right. He just wanted to hold Pansy really. She'd made his day three times today, he owed her one.

Thinking about it, she shook her head, "I don't really care for Bethany and Christina doesn't sound right with Abigail." Sitting back in her head, she wracked her brain. "Hillary? Do you like Theresa?" No, even those didn't sound right. Hillary reminded her of her childhood nanny who had been a little too fond of the wine and Theresa...neither struck her. "What else did I mark down in there?"

"Rosaline?"

From the moment it left his lips, Pansy gasped. "Oh Gregory, I love it! Rosaline Abigail Goyle, it's just perfect!" She exclaimed. She loved how the name flowed from her lips, she loved how sweet and delicate a name it was. She couldn't have thought of anything more perfect. Rubbing her hand over her belly, she smiled at him, "I love this baby, my little Rosaline."

Gregory placed his hands on top of Pansy's. He loved her more than anything. And this baby, he loved her too. They were both the lights in his life. He'd do anything to protect them and make them happy. Gregory slowly closed the gap between them, small as it was, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "I love her, too. And, I love you!"

Kissing him soundly on the lips, she beamed. "I love you too," She said, letting one arm sling around his shoulder. "You've been so supportive, love and...I want to thank you from the very bottom of my heart." Smiling shyly, she looked down, "My hormones have been running amok and I know I've been something of a burden. But you, you've been so wonderful." She gave him another short kiss on the lips, "I'm so lucky to be your future wife."

Gregory kissed her again before going back to his seat. He smiled at her from across the table. "I'd be a right prat if I got upset at you for saying things while you were in a mood. I mean, it's as much my fault as anyone's that you're in the condition you're in. So, I can't complain." He winked her then and took a sip from his glass. "Besides, I know you don't mean most of the things you say. I love taking care of you; it makes me feel like I'm not so useless, just sitting around with my thumb up my—well you know. It gives me something to do, and it even better that it's you I'm taking care of."

Pansy chuckled, "Oh, I say you've done enough." She teased, patting the roundness of her abdomen, "Quite enough indeed!" Her happiness couldn't be contained, she felt as if she were bursting with it. "What have you had the house elves prepare tonight?" She hoped it was something with a lot of garlic, for some reason she had been craving it lately. She'd even caused the unshakeable Vincent Crabbe to gag when she spread some chopped garlic on rye bread and topped it off with a hearty slab of liverwurst. Well, at least she wasn't trying to eat soap like Madame Pomfrey said she had one patient try! "I'm positively famished!"

Gregory grinned. "I told Dobby you'd probably like a nice grilled chicken breast cut up and served over a bed of fettuccine noodles smothered in a garlic alfredo sauce. I got the same thing for me" He shrugged. "I've been craving some good Italian pasta myself."

"Darling I think I just fell in love with you all over again," She said, her mouth already watering. When Dobby set the plate in front of her, she let out a contented sigh. "This is perfect." Picking up her pumpkin juice, she raised her glass, "I'd like to make a toast to the future Mr. and Mrs. Goyle and their daughter Rosaline Abigail Goyle."

Gregory picked up his glass, "I like the sound of that." He leaned forward a bit and tapped his glass against Pansy's, "To the future Goyle family." He took a sip of the sweet liquid inside and then set it down. "This looks delicious Dobby. Thank you. And you too Winky."

Pansy took a quick sip of her juice and then attacked her food with gusto. The morning sickness had all but passed now and she had been ravenous lately. Twenty pounds was nothing compared to what she was supposed to be gaining for this child and she felt as if she could gain it all in the a few weeks if this appetite kept up! Letting out a little sigh of pleasure, she took another bite, "Delicious!" It wasn't long before she finished what was in her dish and Winky unthinkingly refilled it. Blushing, she looked over at Goyle, "Seems your daughter is very hungry tonight."

Gregory was only on his sixth forkful of food by the time Pansy had her whole plate refilled. He laughed at her comment and had to take a moment to stop laughing before he took another bite. "I don't think our daughter is the only one who's hungry. After all, she can't do much for herself just yet. You're the one egging her on." He shook his head and chuckled as he continued to eat. This one plate was probably going to be the only thing he ate. He was doing well about keeping to a diet selected for him by Madame Pomfrey. He liked the changes he saw as he slimmed down and gained more muscle. Even his face was slimmer and more angular than before when it had looked like a round pumpkin on top of his rotund body.

Giving him a mock pout, she held back a giggle, "Well what can I do? Madame Pomfrey said Rosaline's likely to be around twelve pounds! If I don't gain some weight I'll probably tip over!" This time she did laugh, "Besides, what better excuse is there to get fat than having a baby? I'm going to be huge anyway; I may as well enjoy myself." Taking another bite, she chewed and swallowed. "And don't worry…I'm leaving room for dessert."

Gregory laughed and nodded thoughtfully. At least she had started to take an optimistic view on it as opposed to yelling at him and crying her eyes out like she'd done earlier. "I'm glad you're seeing the bright side in it. View this pregnancy as an excuse to try all sorts of new foods and to eat whatever you want without guilt. You can always lose the weight once Rosaline is born." He finished his plate of pasta and pushed it aside. "I'm stuffed, just barely enough room for desert."

Chuckling, Pansy nodded, "And what did you get for dessert today?" She was really feeling good, that pasta had really hit the spot and now she was craving something chocolate. Being plump wasn't a real issue, she supposed...after all, Goyle had been a very large boy and she had fallen in love with him anyway. She saw beneath his formidable exterior and found the teddy-bear inside. She was sure that he saw beyond her looks too. "Tell me it's something with chocolate in it."

Gregory nodded to Dobby who disappeared with a pop. He reappeared a moment later and had in front of him a large three level cart with every kind of chocolate dessert that anyone could ever want from truffles to cookies. He wheeled the cart over and bowed before them both, "Master Goyle, sir! Dobby got the selection you asked for." He turned to Pansy and bowed once more. "Master Goyle asked Dobby to get you one of everything, Miss Pansy. He thought it best to let you pick what you wanted. Dobby hopes you like it."

Standing up, Pansy threw her arms around Goyle, "You are the most wonderful man in the entire world. I swear it." Kissing him several times, she laughed. Everything looked delicious but she decided that, because she didn't want to gain a hundred pounds this week, that she would limit herself to just a few pieces (and save the rest for later). Setting a couple of candies on her plate, she finished off the assortment with a large piece of the nutty fudge she'd been craving lately, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Gregory smiled and hugged Pansy back. He took a small piece of double chocolate truffle cake for himself before he nodded to Dobby. "Thanks Dobby. You did well, same with Winky. Go ahead and leave the rest here in case we decide to have some more later on." The little house elf practically beamed with pride and shuffled over to Winky to relay the message. "Happy Valentine's Day, Pansy. And to think! If it hadn't been for Draco, I'd probably be spending tonight alone, and you'd be...well...let's not think about that." He felt the wand in his pocket briefly, he might have relaxed enough to sleep, but he would never let his guard down enough to stop carrying his wand everywhere he went. As Mad-Eye Moody was fond of saying, Constant Vigilance!

"I don't want to think about Draco Malfoy tonight," She said, moving from her seat and availing herself of one last chocolate before moving to sit on his lap gently. "Tonight is about you and me, nobody else. In a few short months we're going to be parents and, from what I've heard, our lives will never be the same again. We'll never be the same," Leaning her head against his broad chest, she smiled sadly, "It'll be wonderful, but it's going to be scary too. We have to take advantage of every minute we have, just the two of us."

Gregory smiled and wrapped his arms around her body. "Yeah, I was thinking, maybe I could buy a manor for us. You know, for when we graduate? And maybe we could have someone cast the fidelius charm on it so the Death Eaters can't find us? Then we'll have a place of our own, we can have a huge nursery, and my mom can come live with us. She'd love the chance to be near enough to spoil her granddaughter all the time."

"Our own manor?" She queried, almost disbelieving. "Oh Gregory, but that's so expensive! I barely have a Knut to my name, love, I couldn't help you pay for anything...and I'm not exactly fit to work right now." She knew that Goyle came from a long line of very wealthy wizards, but she also didn't want to put that kind of burden on him. "It sounds lovely, I just...I don't want to put any strain on the bank. With the war coming, who knows what might happen?" There was a note of fear in her voice; so much could go wrong and in this world, money was what got a person places.

Gregory shrugged off Pansy's worries. "Pansy, my mother set up a separate account at Gringotts for me other than the one that my father set up. This account is only accessible by myself, and—as soon as I get a chance to go down there—by you. My dad doesn't even know about it, and if I remember correctly I could buy three such manor houses and still have enough left over to live comfortably. One manor house isn't going to affect the account that much." He ran a finger down the side of her face. He understood her concerns, but he was thinking about the distant future, not just the near future. "I know you don't want to strain the bank love, but think bout it. We're graduating in a few months and if Harry doesn't end this war by then...where are we going to go? I doubt McGonagall can hide us here forever. We need somewhere outside this school, and I want us to be safe. If we can get a place of our own then no one—not even the Dark Lord himself—could find us without us wanting them to."

It sounded like a wonderful idea to invest in a home for them and their daughter, to plan for the future. But at the same time, she was worried, "Would we be safe there, Gregory? Even with the fidelius charm, we'd need a secret keeper and sometimes secrets get out." Picking a secret keeper was like choosing to cut off your arm and give it to someone to hold onto while you reached out over a cliff...it was dangerous and the wrong person as a secret keeper could be deadly. "If it could be completely safe, of course I'd love to. We do need someplace to live after all this is over."

Gregory nodded. He'd been worried about a secret keeper ever since this idea popped into his head. "Well, I don't want a repeat of Harry, having a secret keeper that would betray us at the drop of a hat." He scratched his chin and then an idea came to him. "The Order has a place, I know they do. They had it under the fidelius and the rumor was that the secret keeper was Dumbledore. We can go with the same idea; Professor McGonagall already has a soft spot for you. Maybe if we asked her to be our secret keeper..." He grinned at Pansy; she had to admit, it was one of his better ideas. "I don't see her betraying us to the Dark Lord."

"I'd trust Minerva with my life," She said, running her hand over her belly again. "She took us in when she could very well have thrown us to the wolves. She could've sent me away for being pregnant and then where would I be? No, she would never let Voldemort know where we are." Pansy felt slightly better about everything now. "We also have the issue of getting a manor with this war still going on...I think the Death Eaters would know if a manor was purchased, especially in the pureblooded sections of England and France."

Gregory grinned. "My dear, that's what is wonderful about Gringotts. I can talk to the goblins there, and they can procure a list of wizarding manors on the market. They can even go over the list with us here and then purchase it under a false name for us when we've made our decision." He leaned in and kissed her cheek before continuing, "The Death Eaters would never know and after the Fidelius is cast it'd be too late for them to do anything anyway."

Nodding, she smiled, "I think it's a wonderful idea! Oh, I'd just love having a home with you," She gushed, resting her head against his chest again. "I can just see it; a modest home streaming with sunlight, Rosaline playing on the floor, your mother could even start up her garden again." Dear God, she was starting to tear up again. Laughing, she shook her head, "And here I am, going to pieces again!"

Gregory hugged Pansy tightly to him. He didn't like seeing her cry, of course, but this was different. These were happy tears; he could tolerate them. His hands rubbed over Pansy's back soothingly. "It's perfect love. My mum would love it, to have her own garden again and to be near her granddaughter. I can't imagine a better life."

Sighing, she nodded, "It sounds wonderful. I can't wait; I think everything will be just perfect." Leaning in, she gave him a short kiss. "You know what would make tonight perfect? If you took me back to bed now and reminded me how we got this happy in the first place."

Gregory smiled at Pansy's suggestion. It was times like these that he loved her hormones, almost as much as he loved her. Gregory kissed her tenderly on the lips before speaking, "I love where your mind is going but I don't see the need to go all the way back to our room." Looking over to Dobby and Winky, Gregory gave them a wink. "You two can go for the rest of the night. Thanks." As to two elves made their way back to the kitchens, Gregory stood up, holding Pansy in his arms and walked toward a corner of the room. When they turned again the table was gone, now a four poster bed sat in its stead. "I love this room. We need something like this in our home when we buy it."

Pansy found that she also had taken a liking to the room as a large bed appeared where the table once sat. "I agree, maybe our bedroom," she gave him a light wink and began to unzip the dress she had on. She relished in the feeling of his arms around her, cradling her lovingly, pressing into her. Their love grew in a steady wave, spilling out of the room and touching even the furthest regions of their hearts. For now and for always they would have this night of a thousand promises to remember as long as they lived. This would eternally be the happiest Valentine's Day ever.

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