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Summery: Draco, Blaise, and Pansy get together for the first time in four years. Amungst their poker game, they begin to tell stories of the four years they were apart and how their lives are shaping up. Slash all the way around!' BZ/RW, HP/DM, HG/PP. MPreg! You don't like it don't read!

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Pansy shuffled her cards into a small pile and grinned, "Well, you both know how much I like to paint and do all that artsy stuff, right?" Not waiting for an answer, she plowed on, "Well, a few weeks after our last get together...

"Pansy, these are absolutely amazing. We really need to get more of your work in here."

Pansy smiled softly as she gazed down at the moving portrait she was straightening on the stand. It was of the Grayvore children playing a muggle game of some sorts in their yard in Dunning. She had agreed to place her paintings in Linnea Devon's Art Gallery. It was in a smaller section of Diagon Alley that was a bit more secluded and artistically driven then the main shopping area more oftenly frequented by school aged children and parents.

"I've a few more at home in my studio. I'll owl the families that hold the originals to see what they think."

Linnea nodded and turned off to go and great a couple who had just walked through the door.

Hermione smiled at the couple who held the door open to her.

She loved walking through the art galleries that were out off the main road. Maybe thats the reason she picked the empty shop next to gallery way for her book shop.

She clasped her hands behind her back and walked past the store owner as she walked past her to welcome the couple. She didn't mind that she was being ignored, in fact it was kinda nice. No one asking her if she really was the one and only Hermione Granger.

She walked towards a woman who was hovering never a beautiful painting. "It's beautiful." She mumbled pushing her long braid over her shoulder.

Pansy started slightly. She hadn't even heard the woman next to her walk up. She hid it well though and gave a thoughtful nod, "One of my best."

Hermione looked over at the woman. Light brown eyes gazed at the short black locks of the other woman. "You painted this?" She looked back at the painting and then back at the woman, she noticed how familiar she looked and sounded.

"I did." Pansy tilted her head, "They are the children of a family I know." She reached up to fiddle with the lighting that illuminated the painting, shirt riding up slightly, "Much of my artwork is shown here, as a favor to the gallery owner."

Hermione's eyes traveled down and watched as her shirt rode up and her light colored stomach peeked out from between the fabric of the womans shirt and the denim of her jeans. She blushed lightly and looked away and back at the painting. "It must have taken a long time." She whispered trying to fight back her blush.

Pansy shrugged, "Not too long. The preliminary sketch was the worst." She straightened up and finally turned to her chatting partner. She sucked in a slight breath as her ice blue eyes fell on tan skin, a long golden brown braid and tight jeans.

Hermione nodded and looked back at the woman who was now looking back at her. She smiled and held out her hand. "I'm Her...mia, Hermia Mather." She smiled.

"Pleased to meet you, Hermia." Pansy said, "I'm Pansy." She took Hermione's hand, marveling at the softness of it compared to her own hands, which were slightly calloused due to making homemade canvases and her brushes and pencils.

Hermione dropped her hand and looked once more at the painting before looking at the ground and shifting her weight. "So you want to go get some breakfast?" She asked looking up from the floor.

Pansy eyed the girl for a moment. Hermia looked really familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place it. She blushed lightly as her own stomach growled and echoed around the mostly empty gallery. She hadn't eaten that morning as she had to be here long before the opening hour to set up, "Breakfast sounds wonderful. Do you have any particular place in mind or should we just walk and let our stomachs decide?"

Hermione grinned and started walking to the door. "Let's let our stomachs decide." She placed her hand on the door and smiled back at Pansy. "How long have you been painting?"

Pansy walked over to join her and took a deep breath of spring air as they stepped outside, "Almost as long as I can remember. It was one of my few guilty pleasures as a child." She replied. Glancing along the turnabout made of cobblestone Pansy nodded her head to the right, "Lets go that way first and work our way around. There are a few nice cafes down there that have delectable breakfast menu's."

Hermione nodded and took off towards the right. "That must have been nice. I was always a book worm." Hermione laughed a little. "But it sounds wonderful to have been painting for so long!"

The spring wind gave a rather fast blow and her hair flew out behind her pulling yet more of her hair out of her braid.

Pansy watched the brown curls dance as she answered, "It got tedious after awhile when my parents realized the talant I had. It wasn't until I started school that I started to enjoy it again." She slid one hand into the pocket of her jeans and the other was used to push her hair away from her eyes, "What sort of things do you read? You strike me as a person to find one subject and go at whole heartedly."

Hermione smiled widely. "I read everything! From text books to joke books." She turned and gazed at Pansy as she walked backwards. "I own a book shop right across the street from your gallery." She answered.

Pansy fought the urge to giggle, "Not my gallery. Just a friend who hosts my work." Pansy gazed over shoulder, looking in the direction of the gallery, "That little one in the nook over there?"

Hermione blushed lightly at being wrong. "Yeah, the one right over there." She paused and looked lovingly at the small shop. It was her baby, something that set her apart from the whole Harry Potter world and let her create her own, and she loved it more then her very life.

Pansy caught both the blush and the loving gaze at the slightly set back shop and smiled, "I'll have to stop in after we eat and check out the types of books you carry. I'm not what you would call an avid reader, but I do enjoy a good book."

Hermione smiled. "Everyone loves a good book." She turned around and started walking again. "Well, right over there is the Dragons Egg, it's got the best eggs and amazing coffee." She smiled and shivered. "I love coffee."

"I've only been to the Dragon's egg once, actually. I like coffee as much as the next person but my passion lies in any type of chocolate drink you can find. The Dragon's egg just doesn't spend enough time with anything but their coffee and eggs." Pansy said, with a bit of a sigh. Looking around the fairly small area, her eyes lit upon a plain door with a simple golden sign hanging over it, "Have you been to the Stirring Spoon?"

Hermione whipped around and looked over at the gold sign. "Can't say that I have. Have you?"

Pansy shook her head, "No, I haven't." She laughed, "I was hoping you were going to say yes! That cafe wasn't there the last time I was here in Diagon Alley."

Hermione puffed out her chest. "Feeling adventurous?"

Pansy smirked, "Always."

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