July 23rd, 2013
Hermione traced the tattoos of her sleeping husband's arm, with her eyes only though she longed to touch them.
She thought she heard one of the older girls creep down the stairs and hoped they had the good sense not to wake the other three.
Three
She had four children, she had outnumbered her and Draco twice.
And they wanted a fifth.
Maybe the time turner scrambled something in my sanity. Perhaps this is why wizards ought not to mess with time.
A white daffodil, a purple pansy, and a scarlet rose, bursting from an open book with an E on the spine.
She sighed, shifting the pillow under her arm a little more.
A girl made of stars playing the harp, the newest edition right above the oldest piece, a silver otter against a black background.
Maybe it's some kind of old magic. An enchantment to make sure there's a male heir. There's no way it should still feel like this.
That's why he's so fit, and I look like I've been mauled by a…
Dragon.
Well…
"I can hear you thinking," Draco grumbled, now turning his head towards her. "Sleep before the rest of our self-made circus gets up."
"I can't help it. Someone sprung a life-changing proposition on me last night." Now that he was awake, she gave in to the temptation to touch him. "I need to weigh the pros and cons thoroughly."
Draco turned all the way over on his side, hair tousled everywhere with one silver eye open. "If I told you it was too early, this would that change anything?"
"Cons- " Hermione started in her swottiest voice.
"Should have known-"
"We could be setting ourselves up for heartbreak. Remember how long it took to have Lyra? And I was younger then. Remember the incident with the fertility potion? Draco-" her voice was rising with anxiety by the second.
"I know I know that was all a fucking disaster, but remember Cassie? That was -" he closed both eyes and groaned slightly, "Do you still have that green thing?"
"Yes, well, there's a lot more to it than conception. Cassie never stopped kicking. Never. Still hasn't. I couldn't sleep, I fell behind at work. Kingsley is serious about 2014 being his last year, and no one is in a position for the seat than me-" she only stopped when Draco had dragged both eyes open and propped his head on his tattooed arm to look at her.
"Okay. No baby. No baby. Four is enough. It was mad even to bring it up." His shoulders fell away, and something that looked like disappointment flashed in his eyes though she knew he'd never ever say it out loud. Though he could be a prat about so many things, he'd never push her like that.
He'd never bring it up again. It was extraordinarily rare for him to make himself so vulnerable, and now she was backing out of something she had agreed to just last night.
"Wait. I didn't do the pros yet."
"Those were some pretty convincing cons, Hermione." His guard was back up, and she could feel him shoving it into a file labeled "To be occluded."
"Let me finish my critical assessment of the proposition." She wiggled closer on the bed and looped her arms around his neck. "Pros. The energy and magical boost I get while pregnant is incredible. I contribute that to picking such a powerful partner. " His crooked smirk dashed across his face. "The green thing did not survive the last incident despite repairing charms; however, I'm open to green thing 2.0 if it yields the same results." Draco was practically purring from having his ego stroked and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Automatically, Hermione hitched her legs around his waist, relishing the warmth and weight of him. "Also, I think there might be dark magic at play here, Malfoy. Some old spell designed to make me want you until I have your heir."
His hum against her skin made her shiver. "Maybe. I'm very nefarious that way, you know. Very skilled in the art of making you want me despite all logic."
"I'll figure it out one day. Until then, I suppose I'm helpless." Her back arched as Draco nipped at her neck.
A shrill scream broke the air.
It's just a little spider, Rose, calm down.
Then you kill it, Evi.
I can't find it!
I'll get mummy.
For the love of Circe, knock first Lyra.
"No." Draco mumbled as they disentangled their limbs. "That's Dark Magic. That right there…"
Moments later, as Hermione provided proof of one tiny dead spider to her oldest daughter, Tilly started on breakfast, and Draco came downstairs with Cassiopeia on his hip, who was dressed head to toe in unicorn paraphernalia, including a headband sporting a horn.
"I thought we had agreed to redirect her away from the unicorns. " Hermione said, disposing of the offensive arachnid.
" I did. She would not be redirected." Draco set her down in a booster seat at the table where she began to chant "pancakes for unicorn pancakes for unicorn ."
"Or you were soft again. Yes, Lyra-" the five-year-old had been practically buzzing, waiting for a lull in the conversation.
"I know what I want for my birthday." She lifted a giant blue textbook over her head.
"Oh, then I know what I want for starting school," Evelyn spoke up, sitting opposite of Cassie and Draco.
"You don't get a present for starting school-" from Rose in the other room.
"The spider is gone, Rose! Come in here and eat!"
"You didn't ask for a school present- "
"My pancakes look like unicorns! I lub you, Tilly!" The three-year-old shrieked as her food floated in front of her.
A giant blue text collided with the table, bringing all the noise to a halt. All eyes turned to Lyra, who was standing on her chair. Usually, the most timid of all the children, the soon to be six-year-old, was a copy of Hermione with the only exception being slate grey Malfoy eyes.
"It's my birthday next week. I get to go first." She turned to Hermione. " I want a baby brother. Please."
The silence hung in the air, only broken by Rose's and Evelyn stifled giggles.
"Sweetie, I can't just give you a baby brother- "
"I've been reading." (Draco dropped his head into his hands) " Cassie is not the optimal playmate I'd hoped she be, but I think if I had a brother, he'd be more like daddy and not as stubborn as mummy, Rosie, Evi or Cassie and I could guide him to being by intellectual equal." (Draco dropped his head to the table)
Hermione blinked at her middle child, not even knowing where to start. Rose was sticking her head under Draco's arm, mumbling something like, "You're the pushover Malfoy." And him responding, "Don't push your luck, Weasley."
Lyra kept her eyes trained on Hermione. "Well…"
"Okay, to start, I wouldn't have another baby for you to have a playmate. You have three sisters."
"Rosie and Evi are going to Hogwarts, and I'll be left here with the sticky unicorn." ( Draco lifted his head to see Cassie rubbing her pancake against her cheek and quickly tried to get her to stop) " I need you to try again mummy."
"Lyra, stop! Tell me the second thing you want for your birthday, please. I know you have a list."
"There is no second thing I never get what I want - "
"I have a list- " piped in Evelyn, pulling a piece of paper out her pocket.
"I need a new broom- "
"The fuck you don't Weasley- "
"Look, my unicorn eated my hair!"
"For fucks sake, Cas-"
"What do I have to do to get a brother? Chores?"
"I can't even guarantee the next one will be a boy Lyra - I…why are you all staring me?!"
"You said will be," Evelyn whispered, eyes wide in shock.
"Bloody Hell, mum! Are you trying to beat out grandma Molly?" Rose was paused, mid fork stab to her breakfast.
" No. I just meant…it's complicated...but I certainly can't do it on demand for next week. Rose, close your mouth, Lyra, eat your breakfast while you think of a less ridiculous request. Yes, Evelyn, how can I help you?"
The 11-year-old pulled herself up as tall as she could. " We'll circle back to that " will be" in a moment . Issue 1. Since I'm going off to school anyway, I was hoping I could visit Rose's uncle in Romania and get a few weeks of hands-on experience at the Dragon Sanctuary. "
"Absolutely not. Issue two, please." Hermione said in her "Head of the DMLE " voice
"Find we'll revisit that next year. Issues 2 and 3 are in the same thread. My school skirts came in, and they're much too long, I need to have them hemmed, and all my robes are huge. I think they must have given me two sizes up. I can hardly use my arms. But if you just drop me off in Diagon, I can do the rest…"
"We can get that taken care of, love, but we won't be dropping you off. " Hermione patted her step daughter's hand, but her eyes slid to Draco. "I can't imagine what went wrong."
"No one needs to see her arm or legs. That's not relevant to her education." He mumbled, taking a sip of tea. "I think they should bring back the full-length skirt option."
"Can't pay me to wear a skirt around that drafty old castle. And if they have a problem with my trousers, they can take it up with mum! " Proclaimed Rose, gathering her empty plate and silverware and marching away to the sink.
"See! She knows! I wouldn't wear a skirt either."
Evelyn narrowed blue eyes at Draco, then turned to Cassie. "There's a unicorn living in daddy's wand." And trotted off towards her room.
The toddler let out an ear-splitting scream and stood in her seat, trying to climb her father. "GIMMIE! GIMMIE THE UNICORN."
"Draco…"
"I need to shower, I have syrup everywhere."
"I know. " Hermione hoisted herself onto the bathroom counter and fished out a sugar quill from her secret sweets stash as steam from the hot water started to fill the room.
"You going to join me or just enjoying the view?"
"Sightseeing for now, and I need to talk to you while you can't escape me." Draco made a disgruntled noise, but she pressed on. "We need to go to Diagon today. My parents will take Cassie and Lyra for a few hours."
"Or I can stay here with them."
" You need to take Evelyn to Madam Malkins because you need to deal with the fact she's getting older. I also think it's time for the talk."
"You already did that- "
"Not that talk. The other talk, about Slytherin and stigmas and all those things she's going to get an earful of." She sucked on the quill for a minute to give him a chance to answer but was only met with silence. "I can't take this one. It has to be you."
A few more moments passed before he spoke. "I'll see if Daphne wants to help." A break in his voice told her that he'd listen but was done talking about it for now. "No doubts about Slytherin then?"
"I'll be surprised if the hat doesn't scream it at her from across the hall," Hermione answered, giggling.
"You have no idea what it's like to be verbally assaulted by a hat Granger."
"No, it liked me." She contemplated another quill then shook it off. "There's something else we need to get ."
"What's that?"
She nibbled her lip before answering. "I want you to make me a fertility potion. I don't want to struggle like we did with Lyra."
There were a few more moments of quiet as the water stopped, and Draco wrapped a fluffy white towel around his hips.
"That's..." he combed his fingers through his hair trying to get it to lie flat. "... if I get it wrong...I haven't made one…"
"Are you saying you can't?" She challenged raising an eyebrow and leaning forward on the counter.
"I'm saying that I've been specializing in Poisons and Antidotes for a long while, Granger. " He made his way to her still dripping. "That your department keeps me bogged down in paperwork so that I don't have a lot of time to do anything besides fix messes your Aurors make." He pushed her knees apart and leaned in for a kiss. "Of course I can I'll just need to do some research first, maybe make a few test batches. I'll have to squeeze it into my busy day, but I'll manage."
"Oh well, the Ministry of Magic, thank you for your service." Draco was working at the sweet spot on her neck making her forget her train of thought temporarily.
MMMUUUMMMM.
"Duty calls."
"Is there anything I can do to make you ignore that?"
"Drop the towel." With a step back, he obliged, hands out at his sides. She made a content humming noise. "Maybe….
MMUUMMMMMMMYYY
"No, now I really have to go. I love you." She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and hopped down off the counter.
"Shall I just make an appointment when I've finished the potion?!"
Diagon Alley was crowded as was typical for a summer Saturday. Unlike in Dumbledore's time, McGonagall spent the supply list for the following year home so that families had all summer to budget and plan for supplies. Yet another reason to be eternally grateful for the Headmistress.
While Draco and Evelyn had gone on to Madam Malkins, Hermione and Rose had snuck away to Fortascue's while the line was short. She sent in Rose to get the ice cream while she held the bench against the shop wall that was sure to shield them from view.
When Rose came out with the cones, Hermione had to do a double-take. It was one of those moments as a mother that had blindsided sided her. Rose looked a proper teenager as she came out of the shop. Her long Weasley red hair piled high into a messy bun and bright blue eyes looking for her mother but in the rest of her face and the way she walked, Hermione saw herself and not a little girl.
Well not little. It turned out Rose was going to take after Ron in the height department too.
"They were out of the summer special lemonade flavor, so I went with mint chocolate chip for you, mum. With the change, I got Evi and Dad those green apple lollies so they won't be too mad at us." She sat down and started to dig into her food like she hadn't eaten all day.
"Thank you love that was very considerate. What'd you get? If you can even taste it…" Hermione bumped her with her knee. "You'll get a headache, slow down."
"Strawberry Ripple. So good."
Hermione rolled her eyes but grinned at her as they ate in comfortable silence.
"Are you serious about having another baby?" Rose asked looking at her shoes instead of her mother.
"I am. How do you feel about that?"
"I think it's great actually. Look at Da's family, there's always someone there for you, someone to whinge to or laugh with. Cousins to go visit or annoy. " She made a motion with her cone. "Plus I think it's badass that you want to have a baby and run for Minister AND you'll make it look easy. Stick it to all those sorry non multi-tasking wizards out there."
Hermione was caught off guard for what millionth time again that day. Covertly she wiped a tear threatening to escape under the guise of having something in her eye, abhorred at the thought of her preteen catching her weeping about a compliment. They were few enough as it stood.
"That means a lot Rose, thank you."
"You're welcome. Can we look in Quality Quidditch Supplies when you're done?"
The bedroom door closed with a click and the lock turned with a clunk
"Cassie and Lyra are down. Rose and Evi have been told they can stay up as long as they don't make noise. On pain on having to go bed at the same time as Cas." Draco said as the familiar blue light of a silencing charm wrapped around the door. "Please tell me you're still in the mood."
Hermione stepped out of the bathroom in a silk scarlet robe. "So, it's not the green thing, but I did happen to have it on hand. May I introduce; the red thing?"
Draco swallowed, his eyes transfixed on his wife. "Please."
She pulled the tie of the robe with a flourish and let it fall to the floor.
Draco sucked in a sharp breath. "Hello, red thing. I love you."
Notes:
Any guesses when Lyra's birthday is? :)
Chapter 12: What changes and what stays the same
Summary:
12/3/21 update: there was a certain plot line woven in to the story I wasn't happy with anymore. I'm working to erase from the fic entirely, but unfortunately that eliminates a large portion of this chapter. Thank you for understanding
Notes:
I'M SORRY OK?! to make it up to you it's got
- warm fuzzy feels
- character growth
- sassy children
- Tedward Lupin
- Draco v. Ron !
Chapter Text
October 2005
"Merlin's tit's, I'm bored!" Shouted Evelyn, throwing her book across the rug and laying flat on her back
"Me too," responded Draco, absently flipping through Witch Broomstick? Magazine. Hermione threw him a venomous look. " And don't say tits Evi, it's not nice."
"You say it all the time! Tits this and tits that!"
"Well, he should stop because it is not nice." Hermione cut in. " I'm sure Rose will be back any minute to play with you, and tomorrow we'll go trick or treating won't that be fun?"
"I don't understand why we don't just eat sweets now! I'm hungry and bored!" Tilly popped up from nowhere. Hermione shook her head as Tilly gave her a scowl.
"You can go, Tilly. Really. I promise you're a free elf. Go on." Draco repeated for the third time that day at Hermione's silent insistence. The house-elf shook her head in exasperation and vanished.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but before anything came out, the Floo went off. Ron was holding Rose's hand, and there was something amiss.
"What...the hell?"
Ron snorted and rolled his eyes. "I knew you'd have a problem with it. It's her Halloween costume, she picked it out!" Rose nodded. Attached to a headband was a realistic-looking butcher knife with a hefty smear of fake brains and blood on either side. Evelyn had taken one look at it and bolted from the room.
"Did it ever occur to you that is not an appropriate costume choice for a child, Ronald?" Hermione's voice was still low and even, which was a dangerous thing. Draco sat very still, wanting to watch the scene unfold but not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.
Tilly stood on the threshold and opened a bag of popcorn.
"It didn't occur to me because it's not! That's what she wanted 'Mione and I bought it for her. I hardly get to see her as is -"
"Because you picked a job over -"
"Well, you picked your career over our marriage -"
"This isn't about our marriage!"
"This wasn't about my job!"
"You brought it up! Get another job, Ron, and you can see her more often for longer!
"Or why don't you drop this... ferret." Ron pointed to him. "And come be a family with me again. Before you get knocked up and get stuck with him. Don't worry, I heard about how he can't manage it anyhow -"
"Ronald! Draco, no."
But the blond wizard has stood and was face to face with Ron.
"Get out, Weasel." it was hardly more than a whisper. "Before I do something you might regret."
Ron shoved him in the chest and made for the Floo.
"Think about it, Hermione, before you make a huge mistake."
And he was gone.
November 2005
"Pink?"
"One is Rose, the other is Blush. Pick one."
"How the fuck should I know?"
"Draco."
" Pansy." He snapped back in a higher, mocking tone. "I'm trying to concentrate."
"So am I. You sent Granger away for the week, and I'm trying to do my job." Pansy smacked the large binder overflowing with wedding things.
Draco waved his hand, returning his focus to his cauldron, sitting on the table with a fire crackling away underneath it. "I didn't send her away, she's not some bored society wife hiding from the paparazzi at a resort in Switzerland. She's taking an intense Runic course in Uppsala. Been waiting to do it for years, just never got around to it."
Pansy drummed her fingers on the binder. "What do you get out of it?"
Draco scoffed. "I make my fiance happy."
"Hm."
" Hm?"
"I think there's something in it for you. I'm going to figure out what. But first, pick one of these so I can finalize this color palette."
The blond glared at his friend and pointed to one of the colored cards.
"Blush it is. Now, flowers -"
Draco groaned. "Ask Helen, I'm sure she cares. Or my mother. Or the children I'm sure they care more than I do."
"Where are they anyway?" Pansy asked, spreading out a selection of cards on the table with various flowers. A loud crash and shriek came from overhead. Pansy looked up in alarm, but Draco didn't even spare a glance.
"Teddy is entertaining them. I'm giving Andromeda a break for once."
Pansy opened her mouth, closed it, then stood slowly, looking around the open kitchen and living areas. Seeing the area was clear, she stepped lightly over to him, speaking very softly.
"Who was your first kiss?"
"Oh, not this again, we were kids Pans -" he dropped the ladle in the cauldron, and it hissed menacingly.
"Answer me, so I know you that's it you! Cause the way you're acting, I'm struggling to believe it. "
"I landed one on Millie Bulstrode at a Christmas party when we were five. She punched me so hard I fell on a table of Canapes. Stop laughing before I recount what happened the following New Years."
"Oh, that's not nearly as bad."
"You kissed Pucey, trying to make me jealous." Draco was just trying not to laugh now.
"It worked. So we've been friends forever! Tell me what you're really up to, maybe I can help."
The sound of the Floo went off in the sitting room as Draco held a single finger to his lips and tilted his head to the noise. "You're late, Weasley, Rose gave up waiting ages ago. Do you even know how to tell time?"
Pansy's mouth fell open. "Don't." she hissed, grabbing Draco's arm. "Don't pick a fight with him."
"It's just me this time, I'm afraid." The voice of Molly Weasley carried in from the other room. Draco rolled his eyes in irritation but then plastered a fake smile on his face as the older witch came into sight. She eyed the proximity of Draco and Pansy then quickly looked away as if pretending she didn't see anything.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley, nice to see you again." There was a thunderous noise from overhead that meant Rose must have caught on to what was happening. Teddy made it down the stairs first, wrapping Molly in a hug, followed by Rose, who immediately launched into a diatribe on all she wanted to accomplish at her time at the Burrow.
Evelyn hung back, eyeing the whole situation suspiciously until she noticed Pansy, ran in a wide arc around the noise, and stuck to Pansy's side.
"Okay, okay, I'm afraid we really must be going quickly. No, just Rose this time, Teddy. Unless…" she looked up at Draco expectantly.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea, his Gran left him with me so…"
"Well, he's been around to our place many times -"
"I'm aware, Mrs.Weasley, but I offered to watch him for Aunt Andromeda, so he'll stay here with me, thanks." Draco put a hand on Teddy's shoulder, and the teal-haired boy looked up at him.
"Can I watch TV?"
"Sure thing Tedward."
Teddy bolted from the room with a peel of laughter.
Awkward tension crept into the air as no one else moved or spoke. Evelyn whispered something to Pansy, but Draco tried to ignore whatever they were up to.
"Bye, Rosie, have a wonderful time with your grandparents," Draco shouted, hoping the Weasley matriarch would pick up on the hint.
Rose bounded off with a wave towards the Floo, but Molly looked between Draco, Pansy, and Evelyn.
"Hermione still out then?"
"Yes, she's still at her class. I'm just getting some of the wedding planning done while she's away. Pansy is a very highly regarded event planner." He turned to where Pansy had some of her things spread out on the table. Hopefully, that would be just enough information to satisfy the noisy witch.
"Oh, yes, how lovely. A second wedding for both of you. We had her first one at the Burrows, just like all my boys. Bit of a tradition. This wouldn't have happened in my day, you know." Molly smiled genuinely while Draco tried not to wince. "Just like having a baby before the wedding wasn't done either."
He just stared, unable to think of a response that wasn't blatantly rude.
"I would just hate to see your generation go through more pain, is all. I wish things could have worked out between Ron and Hermione, of course...but it didn't." She wrung her hands nervously but kept her jaw set determinedly. "It'd be a shame to cause more unnecessary pain, divorces, and keeping siblings apart, I mean."
Gripping a nearby chair tightly, Draco tried to keep his voice as even as possible. "It sounds like you have something to say, Mrs.Weasley."
"I think you've already picked up on my meaning. Have a good evening."
He watched her gather up and Rose and disappear through the Floo before releasing a heavy breath. Teddy was settled in front of the television watching some obnoxious cartoon while Pansy was sitting with Evelyn, showing her something in the wedding planning binder in the same room.
The cauldron had been left on high too long, and the contents were now burnt beyond use. He swore and knocked it off the stand, spilling the acidic substance everywhere. Even after trying to clean it up and repair some of the now marred table and floor, restoring most of it to its former state, some of the edges remained burned and charred, damaged beyond repair.
"What happened here?" Hermione asked, touching the corner of the table, her eyes falling to the floor.
Draco didn't meet her eye as he mumbled, "Kids probably. Can't keep anything nice." Tilly popped into the room with the morning's post and handed it to him. "Thank you."
"You can take the day off, Tilly!" Hermione called before the elf disapparated. The tiny creature rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"I'm telling you, I already tried to set her free, dismiss her, end the contract, part ways and say Adios, but she's not having it. " He handed her a box in with the post. "This says it's for you."
Hermione took it, brows coming together in confusion. "I didn't order anything." Draco just shrugged and started burning several Howlers into ash without a second glance at them. Tilly popped back in, scowled at Draco, vanished the ashes, and left again.
"I was going to clean it up! Merlin's -" Hermione gave him a warning look - "trousers. I was going to say trousers."
Hermione held up the contents of the box so he could see it. "Any ideas why Molly Weasley is sending me, apologizes, and best wishes?"
"No idea. The Weasleys are weird." he took a sip of tea and gestured to the other room. Rose was hanging off the couch upside down, long hair nearly touching the floor, humming a tune wordlessly. "Especially that one."
December 2005
Remnants of another Christmas well spent lay scattered around the tree, trailing over various paths around the house. Helen and Rob had come around early in the morning ( with plenty of reminders this time. ), and we're cooking an elaborate brunch. Hermione sat by the window in a weak beam of sunlight pouring over her gift of a book titled "Runes for everyday use." With a new diamond bracelet glittering on her wrist.
Evelyn chattered in her never-ending stream of consciousness while applying liberal amounts of muggle make up over her face, happy to have the room for once.
Rose, who hadn't slept all night, was finally dozing on the couch in the other room, a new stuffie of a white ferret in her arms. Other than the slight sheen of calming charm, there were no other clues about how special it actually was.
Bonus reel
Draco could tell she was glaring at him, even with Pansy's "borrowed " over large sunglasses.
" No." It was a restatement and stance in which he would not be persuaded from. He could do this. He could lay down firm yet fair rules to his child without feeling like he was too much like his father.
" Why. Not." Evelyn ground out sharply, bearing her teeth with each word.
"You are too young. "
"Auntie Pansy drinks it all the time!" she whined, tossing her head back. She looked at the witch in question and stuck out her lip. "I want coffee too!"
"Sorry, kid, Daddy says no. " Pansy took a long sip of the giant iced coffee in her hands, topped with decadent amounts of whipped cream and caramel.
"Coffee is gross anyway!" Teddy yelled, trying to climb the bench outside the coffee shop at which their afternoon out progress had stopped. "Let's go to Wheezes I'm bored."
"Evelyn, you may pick out one sweet if you stop this fit right now." Draco bargained with the little girl for the sake of avoiding a full-scale meltdown.
She huffed. "Fine." and pushed the glass back onto her face as they were slipping off.
Once the kids were preoccupied in the joke shop, Pansy nudged Draco with her elbow. "I figured out your con. You pick Hermione's class on the weekend, you'd know you'd run into Weasel - king, took Teddy because he's a distraction for the girls, and you know he can't stay in a room for more than a few moments. I was there as a witness...but what were you doing with that potion?"
"Pansy, I'd never do anything like that." She stared at him, sipping the coffee again. " Alright, the class was a coincidence, everything else was planned. The potion is a liquid variant of that jinx that makes you puke slugs. I was going to get Weasley with it if I got a chance. I destroyed it later, though. "
"Somethings never change, do they?" Pansy sighed and started up the stairs to the second half of the shop. Front and center of the upstairs half was a display of a white stuffed ferret with grey button eyes, some of which had a spring in them to bounce.
"No...they don't," Draco admitted.