Neville Longbottom (POV)

I met Pansy today; the first time since Hogwarts.

She's still pretty; gorgeous in fact. The only indication of her age is the lines of worry around her eyes, and even they're minimal.

She told me all the problems with her marriage to Malfoy; I can't help feeling sorry for her. The things she told me were awful. And I have to say I can kind of relate; being married to Parvati wasn't exactly a match made in heaven, but then, it wasn't totally horrible.

When I met her again, it was right in the middle of finding out that Malfoy was in the midst of an affair. I can't say my timing was right, but I know for a fact that I helped Pansy, at least a little bit. Why else would she bother listening to me?

So seeing Pansy was a pleasant surprise, and I wouldn't mind if I could see her again. She was so different from when she was at school; I was quite astonished at the change marrying Malfoy had brought over her. She seems much more mature, and getting older hasn't done her a great deal of harm.

Okay, so now I'm trying to stop thinking about her. It's not working; the image of her beautiful blue eyes keeps on running through my mind and distracting me.

"Daddy!"

My daughter Saffron greeted me, the minute I walked through the front door.

I picked her up; "Hi sweetie" I said, and she smiled.

"Mummy says I can stay here for the rest of the week" she said happily, and I smiled back.

"Really? Wow, that's great!" I said.

Parvati is a good mother, but sometimes she lets her love life take over the rest of her life and she ends up dumping our baby girl at my house so she can go out with some new bloke.

Since Parvati and I split up, Saffron has easily spent more time with me than with Parvati. Not that I'm complaining, I love my little girl to bits, but it does make for a restricted lifestyle. I know for a fact that I could get a nanny to look after Saffron, but then I wouldn't see her as much as I'd like.

I took her into the kitchen and started dinner, while she watched; chattering about what she'd done at nursery today.

When I tucked her up in bed that night, she said; "Are you and Mummy going to get back together?"

It was the strangest question for a seven year old to ask, but I tried to answer it as honestly as I could.

"No sweetie" I said, smiling sadly, "no we're not"

"Oh..." she said thoughtfully, then "okay. Goodnight Daddy!" she beamed.

I went back downstairs wondering why Saffron had asked me if I Parvati and I were going to get back together. Did she want us to, or was it just a random question from a random girl?

This got me thinking about Pansy again – not that I needed much encouragement – and I wondered what she was doing right now. Was she at home, sleeping beside Malfoy, deciding not to tell him she knew he was cheating on her, or had she left him?

It was about eleven 'o' clock when I finally went to bed, and my thoughts were still very much occupied by Pansy. It was strange that one chance meeting could change my lifetime's opinion of someone.

I've already decided that I want to see her again; why, I'm not sure. After all, for seven years she was foul to me, why should I be prepared to forget all that for her?

But I will answer all this in the morning, right now, I'd rather sleep.

And dream of Pansy probably.