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.
Why didn't I come here sooner? Thought Pansy as she lay, sunbathing, on the sweeping lawn of the Krum family's estate. She could hear the sound of the children laughing almost fifty feet above her head as they practised quidditch, a skill they had inherited from their famous, but now retired, father. Beside Pansy an anxious Hermione studied them closely. Hermione had not changed much since their days at Hogwarts look-wise or other. And to all outward appearances neither had Viktor. However this happy, smile for the camera husband/wife team was all a charade. Hermione had left Viktor innumerable times after she had become aware of his drinking addiction. In fact Pansy and Hermione had become friends for this very reason, ten years ago. When Hermione had discovered Viktor's problem for the first time she had been in London attending a quidditch friendly with him. That same night, being too upset to think straight – she had left him and sought refuge in the Witches Rescue Centre where Pansy had been working at the time. Although Hermione had always gone back to Viktor she had always admitted to Pansy that she had always been in love with Ron and like Pansy (with Draco) she was aware of their death eater past and didn't blame him for his actions. For Ron as a last, but successful attempt to kill Harry had placed Ron under a powerful trance and used him to bring about his best friend's downfall.
Pansy's train of thought was broke by a sudden movement nearby. She turned around to find Hermione facing her. "Pansy? Why did you come here?"
" Umm, do you want to go for walk? It might take awhile." Pansy nodded pointedly to the three little Krums, one of whom was about to attempt a wronski feint.
Clambering up from the ground Hermione stretched out her hand to pull Pansy up from the lush, green grass beneath her feet. They then walked toward the relative coolness of Titania's water garden - Titania being Viktor and Hermione's only daughter and also the one who designed the garden. It is really beautiful here, thought Pansy as she walked under the shade of a weeping willow, this is the type of place were I'd love us – Draco, Baby and I to live once all this stupidity is over. Hermione is luck to live here.
"Are you going to tell me or do I have to use Vertiserum on you tonight at dinner?" inquired her friend.
So Pansy told her tale, from the day that she had set foot inside that tiny Brixton shop to her plan. Then lastly she spoke about the baby.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? What were you thinking telling Ron that? Oh Gryffindor, what are we going to do? I knew that you were going to try and help Draco using Ron but Pansy…." Hermione then proceed to burst out crying, causing the already fragile Pansy to do the same. Both women threw their arms around each other (a/n: this is not f/f you sick-minded people who like to pervert things like you Conor). Once both women were calm and composed again they looked at each other appraising the other.
"Are you still going to meet him?" burst out Hermione.
"Why would I have changed my mind? If anything I want Draco back more than ever"
"Because I don't want my pregnant best friend traipsing across Russia alone. If you're going then you've got me coming with you. Girl – you got me into this mess and knowing me you'll leave me here without knowing it. I'm coming to sort it all out," declared Hermione with a "you-can't-stop-me –so-save-yourself-the-bother" tone in her voice.
"Fine! If you're going to be like that then I guess I have to give in. We leave in the morning!" retorted Pansy merrily.
"What's it with you and the morning?" laughed Hermione as she responded to their in-joke.
With kisses all round Pansy and Hermione left on what was yet another glorious and sweltering morning. Pansy only hoped the weather was going to be as nice were they were going.
Authors note: Thank you all so much to those who have reviewed this story so far but especially to Mabel and ronluver your reviews have been so helpful and much appreciated. I hope this part answered some of your questions, the others will all be answered in due time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing – J. K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter stuff, Crouching Tiger… is owned by Ang Lee (I presume)