Title: The Well 8/?
Author: eidheann
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Where there is a wish...
Warnings: angst.
A/N: Many thanks for the comments and support.

Draco arrived back to his flat to find it in chaos. Pansy had arrived sometime during his visit with Granger, and had commandeered Lippy in moving Draco from the master bedroom to the guest room. He shook his head, not feeling up to the fight he knew he would lose anyway, and retreated to his library. On his desk were two envelopes.

He grimaced when he saw the one on top. Heavy parchment. Embossed Malfoy crest. Silver wax seal with an "N" stamped into it. He knew what it contained, and was not looking forward to answering another summons this morning. Pushing it aside, he was surprised at the envelope below it. It was addressed to Pansy, handwriting small and careful in a way that struck him as familiar but he couldn't immediately place.

He cracked the seal after listening a moment to be certain Pansy was still well-occupied. Opening the letter, his eyebrows jumped when he saw the signature. He quickly read.

Pansy,
What is going on? You said you were going to stay with your mother for a couple of weeks and then you just stopped contacting me. Now you're engaged to Draco? Is it the contract? I thought it was cancelled right after Hogwarts. What did I do? Please, Pansy, answer my owls.
I love you.
Theodore

"Oh Pansy, you idiot. What have you done?"

"What are you talking about now?"

Draco's head shot up, and he looked at Pansy in surprise. "You move too quietly in those shoes. Give some warning before you sneak up on me, I don't think I can take any more surprises today. Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, dear. Are you reading my mail?"

He shrugged. "Of course. It was on my desk. When were you going to tell me you hadn't told Theo he was going to be a father? Or that you were leaving him?"

Her brow furrowed, and he knew she was going to go on the defensive. He held up a hand. "Please, I know what you're going to say. You can come up with whatever excuses you like, I've got to deal with this." He held up the envelope, flipping it so Pansy could see both the embossing and the seal.

She deflated. "I'm sorry, dear. I should have warned you I was going to the Prophet immediately."

"Yes, you should have. There could have been better times, surely. After breaking the news to my mother, or when I'm not getting jumped by Granger at the Ministry about it..."

"Granger? Ministry? What?"

He sighed, leaning against the desk and putting his head in his hands. "She's in the Inquisition Department of DMLE. Handling Father's case. She also knew about..."

"Oh."

"Yes, she seemed to take it as a personal affront that I was marrying you and continuing the pureblood Malfoy bloodline."

Pansy's color rose and her voice sharpened at that. "Where does she come off"

"Can we not do this now? Please? I still need to see my mother and tell her something about this. Us."

She nodded. "Of course. I'm sorry, dearest."

He pocketed the letter and paused beside her. "You need to talk to Theo, Panse. He loves you. He will understand, and he deserves to know."