Crouching Muggle Hidden Wizard
"Even if I was banished to the darkest place, my love would never let me be a lonely spirit."
Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon
Pansy's P.O.V
Pansy sat brushing her hair in the mirror trying to remember what she had done last night after her talk with Ron. When she had been with him she had tried to hide the depth of her pain but when he left she went on a drinking binge. In fact she had acted the same way as Tony Lee Covrul, her teenage idol who was the lead singer of American wizard rock band Half, had acted during her pregnancy. Pansy had even tried to take an overdose twice before, because she was distraught about Draco and she didn't want her baby. Oh, my gawd her mind screeched at her you've finally admitted it – you're having a baby! She supposed that she should have told Ron last night but he had enough to worry about. He had basically signed up to a suicide mission because of a chance that Hermione Granger – for Slytherin's sake get it right. You've been her friend for the past ten years and you still can't remember her name's Hermione Krum – might still love him.
His job, she had made clear last night, was to find Wormtail and persuade him to give himself up to the Ministry. Then Wormtail would hopefully be convinced to say that Draco and Weasley were innocent. It was a lot to ask, but from Hermione's position as Great British Ambassador to Eastern Europe she had been able to discover that Wormtail was in the northern Urals and was planning to head to Georgia. How Hermione's spies and contact's knew this both herself and Hermione had never been able to discover.
The rain had started to lash down outside and the icy northern winds battered the room which she had rented in the Three Broomsticks the night before. Pansy walked over to her bed and picked up the maroon, cord coat she had worn last night. Wrapping it around herself she gazed out the window. The rain had turned to snow, settling on the roofs and on the street below - it looked liked a fairy tale village, which she reminded herself it practically was. She had always hated the snow ever since she had been little and wasn't about to change her mind now - it was too cold and she had always been the victim of the snowballers. Hermione had said though, in her last owl, which Bulgaria's weather workers had gone on strike for the next few months, leaving the country in the middle of a heat wave. What if Pansy went to see Viktor, Hermione and their children - Dimitri, Titiana and Harry while on her way to meet Ron in the Urals? Yes, she convinced herself, it had been to long.
She grabbed her bag of clothes from inside the wardrobe and hurried down the five flights of stairs to the bar floor. Walking through the magical barrier between the boarding quarters and the pub she went to pay. Madam Rosemerta was in bed resting, so Pansy gave the ten galleons to her daughter Meadhbh (Note: pronounced may - v, means she who makes men drunk!). Then she bared herself to apparate back to her home, a small cottage on the grounds of the ruined Malfoyvin estate, most of which had been sold off to private developer's. It had been too long.
A/n: Thank you so much to everyone who's reviewed this story so far. You are all wonderful people and you're reviews all mean so much to me. By the way Tony Lee Covrul is an anagram of Courtney Love. I need a name by the way for the baby - any suggestions? Thanks peann.
Disclaimer: I own nothing – J. K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter stuff and the Crouching Tiger… is owned by Ang Lee (I presume).