Yes, I know, pathetically short. These aren't really chapters, more of, inserts in the disguise of chapters. Hope you like this one. It's a bit pointless, but very character forming for Pansy.

It had been nearly a week since the Ministry's ball, and things had begun to settle down. The Weasley's had introduced Harry Weasley to the world, and were most likely still busy making another Weasley child. Pansy and Draco had both thought the name tacky and unoriginal, naming a child after a good friend or relative. Draco had especially hated it. "Oh good, another Weasley with that idiots name." He had been saying.

Pansy had been setting the breakfast table, Draco sitting at the head of it, reading the Daily Prophet, when a small, brown owl came hurling into the room. It crashed into Draco's plate and then turned to Pansy, holding a letter of yellow parchment with black ink on it. The writing was fancy and organized, she could only assume who it was from. She took the letter from the owl's beak and sent him on his way.

Pansy nearly rolled her eyes and sighed with exasperation as she opened the letter:

Dear Pansy and Draco,

I know it does seem very strange to be inviting you over like this, and believe me, Ron did protest the idea at first, but I was wondering if you would like to join my husband and I for a cup or two of tea at our house, to talk things over, and perhaps for Pansy to meet the baby? It would give me really great pleasure if you did, Ron and I are very excited about Harry, and he is really a good child. Hoping you the best of days,

Hermione Weasley

Pansy closed the letter and relayed the news to Draco almost sadly. She knew that Draco would deny the invitation, but she wanted so bad to see the child, for she had none of her own. Draco had decided that he wasn't quite ready for that yet, but Pansy really was. She wanted nothing more than to have her own little boy.

"Do you want to go?" Draco asked her. Pansy was surprised by the question, Draco generally made all the decisions and left no room for her to put in her thoughts.

"Well, I would like to see the baby."

"Then write back a letter saying we will be over on Friday, I have a lot of work to do this week." he said all of this from behind the newspaper. No annoyance was in his voice, in fact, it sounded like he wanted to go, which was a good thing. They needed to socialize with more than just their old Slytherin friends.

Pansy left to the study and found a spare peice of parchment and wrote on it:

Hermione,

Draco and I would love to be there. Friday is the only day that will work for us, I hope it won't be to much trouble for you. Thank you for the invite!

Pansy

She wrote it in as sweet of a voice she could muster, which wasn't to hard. She was always good at faking emotions. She wouldn't go to talk to that mudblood and her rag tag husband. She was there to see a child, a child that was not her own but would hopefully be an image of her future. She didn't know how she would bring along the topic of children with Draco.

"I'll see you at six tonight," Draco said as Pansy took a seat at the table. He stood behind her and leaned down to kiss her on the neck. "and there is something I really want to talk to you about, too." Pansy smiled and mouthed the words: OK. Draco left the manor and apparated to work.