Draco and Ron had gotten off badly, from when the Malfoys had entered the Weasley home to when they had left. Both Pansy and Hermione had tried to play the role of the peace keeper, but only ended up getting rejected by their husbands. On multiple occasions Ron had questioned Hermione why they had invited the Malfoys over, and Draco had questioned Pansy as to why she had accepted the invitation. Throughout all the arguing and fighting, the bonds between Hermione and Pansy seemed to have strengthened. She was one mudblood worthy of respect.
"You didn't have to be so rude, Draco. Hermione was just trying to be friendly." Pansy had said once they had reached home.
"And since when did we need the friendship of a mudblood and her husband?" Draco replied angrily and went up to his study.
Pansy sat at the dinner table with her head in her hands and reflected on the events of the day. One argument stood out in particularly. She and Hermione had been talking about little Harry, and Pansy had been allowed to hold him, which Hermione was glad to let her do. The baby in her arms had felt so right, and it was all Pansy could do to keep from running away with the child still in her arms.
But alas, from the other room the shouting, or at least, the voices of the men trying to restrain their cries, about the stupidest things. Their petty fights seemed to be increasing the older they got. This time Draco had started it, by wondering aloud why Pansy and Draco were even here, sharing a room with a mudblood and of course, her husband. It was phrase he used often.
Ron had retaliated by saying he hadn't known why Hermione would invite the most disrespectable wizard and witch in the whole wizarding world to their home. This had offended Draco and he had said:
"At least my fortune wasn't given to me by my jokes of brothers."
"Yes, you're right." Ron paused and Draco did too, in satisfaction that he had supposedly won the fight. "You got yours from your father!" and that had started another small war. So while Hermione and Pansy tried to ignore the shouts in the other room, they both tenderly held and played with Harry, who's flaming red hair was already as thick and abundant as Hermione's.
"He really is beautiful," Pansy had stated more than once. Hermione glowed everytime she said it, a feeling of pride that was much more abundant in her than the pride of good marks on a final.
"He is." Hermione smiled and stroked the baby's hair. "And what about you and Draco? Are you considering children?"
"I would like to have some, yes, but Draco objects." Hermione frowned when Pansy said this. "It's only right, though, we are very busy right now. He's at work almost every day, long hours. I don't want to have the child not have a father for the first years of his life. When things settle down at the Ministry, then it will all be better."
The conversation had been played over and over in Pansy's mind throughout the day. Throughout the weekend, and throughout the following week. Draco had never confronted her on what he was going to talk to her about last week. She wondered if he was avoiding the subject, or if he had just forgotten. In any case, she didn't want to be the one to bring it up again. Draco preferred to lead all aspects of their marriage.
"Pansy, will you come here for a moment?" Draco called from the lounge. Pansy left her usual spot at the kitchen table and joined Draco, who set aside a large leather bound book, which Pansy didn't quite catch the name of. "I have to talk to you about something, something I have been putting off for quite some time. I told you about it last week, but after that venture to the Weasley's, I decided to put it off."
Pansy nodded and didn't say a word. She let Draco do the talking, as he wanted to.
"I know what you want, and that is children. I haven't wanted them for a while because I have been very busy, and the thought of the possibility of having to stay up all night and look after a child is draining in itself and I don't want to go through that. But, I've decided it is not about me, but it is about us. And if you are willing to try, I think that we should start trying to have a child."
Pansy's stomach was filled with butterflies. She felt ecstatic, jubilant, no words could quite describe it. Draco had been taking on such a different form, marriage had suited him well. He could obviously tell the joy within Pansy and smiled back at her. Giving her a soft peck of a kiss on the cheek, he headed for the bathroom.
"I'll be in bed in five minutes, I hope you'll join me?"
"You didn't have to be so rude, Draco. Hermione was just trying to be friendly." Pansy had said once they had reached home.
"And since when did we need the friendship of a mudblood and her husband?" Draco replied angrily and went up to his study.
Pansy sat at the dinner table with her head in her hands and reflected on the events of the day. One argument stood out in particularly. She and Hermione had been talking about little Harry, and Pansy had been allowed to hold him, which Hermione was glad to let her do. The baby in her arms had felt so right, and it was all Pansy could do to keep from running away with the child still in her arms.
But alas, from the other room the shouting, or at least, the voices of the men trying to restrain their cries, about the stupidest things. Their petty fights seemed to be increasing the older they got. This time Draco had started it, by wondering aloud why Pansy and Draco were even here, sharing a room with a mudblood and of course, her husband. It was phrase he used often.
Ron had retaliated by saying he hadn't known why Hermione would invite the most disrespectable wizard and witch in the whole wizarding world to their home. This had offended Draco and he had said:
"At least my fortune wasn't given to me by my jokes of brothers."
"Yes, you're right." Ron paused and Draco did too, in satisfaction that he had supposedly won the fight. "You got yours from your father!" and that had started another small war. So while Hermione and Pansy tried to ignore the shouts in the other room, they both tenderly held and played with Harry, who's flaming red hair was already as thick and abundant as Hermione's.
"He really is beautiful," Pansy had stated more than once. Hermione glowed everytime she said it, a feeling of pride that was much more abundant in her than the pride of good marks on a final.
"He is." Hermione smiled and stroked the baby's hair. "And what about you and Draco? Are you considering children?"
"I would like to have some, yes, but Draco objects." Hermione frowned when Pansy said this. "It's only right, though, we are very busy right now. He's at work almost every day, long hours. I don't want to have the child not have a father for the first years of his life. When things settle down at the Ministry, then it will all be better."
The conversation had been played over and over in Pansy's mind throughout the day. Throughout the weekend, and throughout the following week. Draco had never confronted her on what he was going to talk to her about last week. She wondered if he was avoiding the subject, or if he had just forgotten. In any case, she didn't want to be the one to bring it up again. Draco preferred to lead all aspects of their marriage.
"Pansy, will you come here for a moment?" Draco called from the lounge. Pansy left her usual spot at the kitchen table and joined Draco, who set aside a large leather bound book, which Pansy didn't quite catch the name of. "I have to talk to you about something, something I have been putting off for quite some time. I told you about it last week, but after that venture to the Weasley's, I decided to put it off."
Pansy nodded and didn't say a word. She let Draco do the talking, as he wanted to.
"I know what you want, and that is children. I haven't wanted them for a while because I have been very busy, and the thought of the possibility of having to stay up all night and look after a child is draining in itself and I don't want to go through that. But, I've decided it is not about me, but it is about us. And if you are willing to try, I think that we should start trying to have a child."
Pansy's stomach was filled with butterflies. She felt ecstatic, jubilant, no words could quite describe it. Draco had been taking on such a different form, marriage had suited him well. He could obviously tell the joy within Pansy and smiled back at her. Giving her a soft peck of a kiss on the cheek, he headed for the bathroom.
"I'll be in bed in five minutes, I hope you'll join me?"