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Chapter The Third – Unexpected Things
As Draco disappeared into the horizon, Pansy started making her own way to the gates of the Malfoy's property. Once there, she walked for a little while until reaching the nearest apparating point. She felt her cheeks burning and her eyes itching from so much crying, her handkerchief was still twirled along her fingers tightly and she didn't let go soon. Around fifteen minutes later, once she felt less upset, Pansy apparated in the Leaky Cauldron where Josh, the newest bar tender approached her.
"Mrs. Parkinson, are you alright?" The witch nodded faintly and let the young man lead her to the nearest table offering all sorts of calming beverages and drinks, among them teas of all sort and even shots of fire whiskey, which she politely refused. "Thank you, but no. All I need now is to see my child. Do you happen to know how he is doing?"
Josh gifted her a broad smile. "Oh yes, he is upstairs with his babysitter, doing perfectly. As far as I saw, he was an angel to her." Pansy returned him the smile, she was glad her angel had been an angel to someone else.
After cleaning the mess of face she had in the ladies toilette, she headed toward her room in the upper floor of the building. Pansy swung the door open slowly and stepped inside. As soon as the faint click of the door shutting echoed in the room, a little boy, that couldn't be more then five years old, ran desperately toward his mother. He had deep blue-gray eyes, jet black hair and fair skin, this last two much like his mother.
"Mummy! Mummy! You are back!" He wrapped his arms around her knees tightly, almost making her fall. Pansy knelt in front of him and picked him up, placing a soft, lovingly kiss on his flushed cheek. "Yes darling, I am back. Were you good to Mary?"
A young redhead witch interrupted the scene in between mother and son. She talked quietly though firmly. "He was great, Mrs. Parkinson."
Pansy gifted her boy an approving nod. "Very good. I am really proud of you." She soon took out a envelope from her purse and handed it to the girl. "Here you are, thanks for taking care of him." Mary nodded and thanked Pansy's generosity, she soon left after a brief farewell to the little boy who was still wrapped on his mother's neck.
"Mummy what did you buy me?" The boy inquired raising one perfect dark brow. This stole from Pansy a low chuckle, Peter tended to ask that every time she went out without him and when they went out together he would ask what she would buy to him.
"Nothing this time, sweetheart. But if you are not too tired from playing with Mary, I'll take you to buy some candy at Honeydukes. Would you like that?" Peter jumped off from Pansy's grip and ran further into the room screaming with joy. He grabbed his sweater from the trunk and went running back to his mother.
"Yay! Let's go mummy! Let's go!" Pansy chuckled again and walked toward the trunk too. "We will go soon, first mummy has to change her clothes into something more comfortable." She took out a knee length green dress and switched her outfit inside the bathroom. When she came back out, Peter was leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest and a reproaching expression onto his beautiful, childish features.
"Now we can go honey. Come on, give me your hand." As soon as she extended her fair hand, the tiny fingers of the boy curled around it. They walked out and down the stairs, Peter almost running to catch up with his mummy.
Two pair of eyes caught them in their way out, though Pansy did not noticed it at all. Once the murmur of the pub had eased in the distance, Peter's innocent eyes looked up at her. "Mummy why were you dressed all in black?"
Pansy raised an eyebrow, looking down at him. She wondered why he had given such attention to what she had been wearing earlier but decided not to inquire further into the issue, perhaps it was not that important. "Well, I was wearing black clothes because I went to a funeral, baby."
Peter frowned slightly, looking ahead of him, onto the busy street of Diagon Alley. You could see how his brain started to work, at first pretty slowly but then faster and faster as his expression relaxed and he turned up at the witch again. "What is a funeral, mummy?"
Pansy sighed lowly, she knew perfectly where this conversation was going and she didn't quite like it. It was, of course, better to face it now than in few more years, but after what had happened she wasn't sure she was ready to tell him what he wanted to know. "A funeral is when someone dies and you make a ceremony to say good bye."
"Oh." The boy exclaimed in awe toward the gigantic knowledge of his mother, he wondered if he was going to get to be as smart as she was. "And who died, mummy?"
And there it was, the question that she had feared. Who died? How to tell him who had died? It was such a huge revelation to the little kid that she feared to cause him a very grand shock. Perhaps, and only perhaps it was not time yet to tell him the truth. Pansy didn't quite liked the idea of lying to him but it seemed necessary, for both's sake. After all she hadn't yet told Draco about it all and telling Peter would just turn things more difficult. "An old friend of mine, darling."
"Did it hurt?" Peter added quickly.
"What, sweetie?"
"To say bye to your ol' friendsie, mummy."
"Yes, sweetheart. It hurt."
. - . - .
"You are out of your mind!" Draco ran his fingers through his blond hair harshly, he had stood up and now traced the sitting room with agitated pace. He could just not believe his friend's words. That they had seen her with a kid walking out of the Leaky Cauldron. "Are you damn sure he was her son!"
Gregory's tongue hesitated slightly, before he could manage to speak. Seeing Draco in such state frightened both him and Vincent. It was dangerous to bring his temper to this limit but it was important to make him know what Pansy had been doing. "Yes, Draco. We are damn sure he was her son."
All sort of questions harassed Draco's mind at the moment. If it was true that the kid was her son then, who the bloody hell was the father? Was she married to someone else? Why had she hidden such thing to them? And worse, what else had she been hiding? "Listen, that's what we saw. But we could always be wrong, you know the eyes may fool the wisest of men. The most reasonable thing to do now is to talk to her."
Draco nodded, Vincent was right. They had to talk to Pansy about it, or more likely he had to talk to her about it. And after all, why was he getting all this upset? What had he expected to happen now that she was back? He swept these thoughts out of his mind and sat back down in front of his friends. "Yes, I shall do that before anything else. You say she's staying in the Leaky Cauldron? I might visit her this evening. A child, Pansy with a child, I can't believe it, after all we went through... After what she did to my family."
A familiar rage started running through his veins, just as it had done when he talked to Pansy the day before. It was the lowest of things she could have done, the most shameful. It made him look like the biggest jerk of all. His fiancee pregnant of someone else. "Well, Draco... If you think about it, she was not your fianceé anymore when she got pregnant.""
"What do you know!" The blond yelled despitefully. "What if that was the reason she left me? What if she only played being all so scared and really just wanted to run away with her lover? I wonder who it is... The bastard." To the eyes of Greg and Vince, he was just taking things too far from what they knew. Those were just supposing and they really didn't think Pansy had dared to cheat on Draco, after all they were the most wonderful couple in the entire pureblooded wizardry society at the time.
Anyhow, no one said a thing. They knew that whatever they could say, it would just make things worse for them; Draco, Pansy and even her child...
. -. -.
Hours later, once Vincent and Gregory were gone, Draco decided he would have a ride on his broom just to ease his temper before he went to talk to Pansy about what he had just found out. He fastened his cloak over his shoulders and headed to the shed were his brooms were stored. Among all the items he picked his favorite, a Firebolt 9000, which Lucius had gifted him in his last birthday.
The blond sighed at the recall of the older Malfoy, he hadn't realized how much he missed his parents until now. When he could hear nothing but a dreadful silence in the Manor and he had no one to share with his broom rides, he pictured the greenhouse his mother used to take good care of, surely the flowers were about to fall dead.
Horrified from this thought, he swept it away by hitting the grass beneath him and feeling the cold air against his flesh while lifting onto the baby blue sky. It was a marvelous feeling, one he hadn't had the pleasure to experiment for weeks, though it seemed like ages.
Pansy used to love to fly by his side, holding onto him like if her life depended on it and closing her eyes so she was not aware of how high and how fast they went. Soon, Draco found himself smiling faintly. Flying was one of the few things that had the power of making him rather happy, no matter how bad things were in his life. He sighed deeply and looked around, barely distinguishing the limits of his property, he owned a great piece of land almost as rich as heavens themselves.
Suddenly, he made himself aware of everything, the broom and the poor control he just happened to have over it and the sunlight that made him almost blind. His hand traveled to his eyes, protecting them. Maybe that is why he didn't notice he was heading right toward the pine tree, maybe that is why he didn't realize how fast he was going until he hit it and fell to the ground dangerously.
Next thing Draco knew, was that everything went dark...
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