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Doors

Pansy stood in front of the wooden door. Unspeakable Digsby was behind that door with the answers he promised her - she just wasn't sure if she wanted the answers anymore. Or if they were even necessary.

The part of her that had wanted answers had disappeared since finding out that she was pregnant. Suddenly answers to the markings on her hands or just what she could and couldn't do didn't matter anymore. Because in seven months time, she was going to be someone's mother; another someone who would love her and not care about the markings - someone she prayed about every night would have Ron's red hair.

"You know love," Ron's gentle voice teased her from behind, moments before he wrapped her up in his arms, "Most people walk through doors and not stare at them."

"I know," she whispered, falling back into the safety, security and warmth she knew to be there. "I just don't think I want answers anymore."

"Why not?" he asked, kissing the top of her head.

Closing her eyes, she turned her head into the crook of his shoulder and whispered, "I don't think it matters anymore."

"Why?"

"You love me right?"

"Of course I do," he fervently whispered, kissing her head. "What does that..."

"And you don't care."

"No." She could hear the confusion in his voice but the truthfulness in the conviction of the simple answer told her all she needed to know.

Pansy turned into his body and buried her face into the kit he wore and whispered, "If it doesn't matter to me, and it doesn't matter to you. Why do we need answers?"

He didn't say anything as he held her for several minutes. Finally, he pulled her away from his body, looking down he asked, "Are you sure?"

"Now. Yes." She replied firmly, nodding her head; silently pleading with him to accept her choice.

"Are you absolutely positively sure?" Pansy could see the concern in his bright blue eyes. He was only asking to make sure she was doing this for herself and no one else.

"I'm absolutely positively sure," she whispered. "If I change my mind, I can always go to the Ministry and ask."

"Okay," he said pulling her back in towards his body. Kissing her forehead, he continued, "Let me go talk to Unspeakable Digsby and then we can head up to our rooms."

She bit both her lips and nodded, moments before he stepped around her and disappeared behind the doors. Softly smiling, as her eyes watched the now closed doors, she wondered what she ever did to deserve a man like Ron.