Chapter Six: Friends

A/N: Here it is, the confrontation. Hope you enjoy the chapter.

Pansy screamed and nearly fell back but strong hands caught her and pulled her upright. "What are you doing here?" she hissed, clutching at her heart. Pansy stared up at the green eyes that belonged not only to him but to Emily as well. He was still in the clothes he was wearing at the restaurant. He looked so handsome that Pansy felt her heart rate beginning to accelerate. He looked irritated like he had at the book signing.

"I came to see you. I took Astoria to her home and then, she gave me your address. I should have known that Draco would set you up in one of his homes," Harry said, sitting on one of the comfortable couches. His legs were longer than she remembered, he must have grown more. His hair was still that untidy mop of midnight and his eyes were brighter than ever. Of course that could have been due to the fire lit in the marble fireplace or the three glasses of wine she'd had at dinner.

"I guess, I'll have to thank her," Pansy muttered sarcastically. She really was going to have to kill off the Malfoys. She watched him for a moment, before pulling off her shoes and dropping them near the door.

"You look good, Panse," Harry said, looking up at her willowy frame. She looked graceful even as she stood there, confused with her brow furrowed over crystal green eyes.

"Thanks Harry," Pansy said, uncertainly. She walked over to the couch and sat next to him. He was far enough that they weren't touching but, close enough for him to smell her perfume and the wine on her sweet breath. It was driving him to near madness, as they sat in a tension so thick you could practically touch it. "So do you," she said, biting her bottom lip nervously. So here they were. Almost five years later, after that fiasco at Draco's party.

"Why did you leave, Pansy?" Harry asked, making her stutter. She looked up into his eyes, they were serious. She honestly didn't even know why. Had she been afraid? Had she felt disgusted? She didn't know. All she knew was that she liked him. Liked him enough to shag and run. Standing up, she takes two steps toward the fireplace. His footsteps echoed in the room and she soon found herself gazing into his eyes once more.

"What do you mean?" she asked, turning away from his emerald gaze. She couldn't face him then and she couldn't face him now.

"Don't play the daft girl Pansy. You're a former Slytherin, you're smarter than that. Why did you leave when we slept together? Even more so, why didn't you ever talk to me afterward?" he said, this all in a very serious tone. It was starting to unnerve her a little. How was he so calm, so serious?

"I don't know Harry, I don't know," she said, still with her back turned to him. She was a Slytherin alright, a coward.

Harry sighed heavily before grabbing her by the arm and forcing her to turn around and face him. Pansy's green met his and he very nearly kissed her full pouty mouth. How could someone so tall look so tiny and vulnerable? "Pansy, it's okay. I'm sorry I didn't try to talk to you either," Harry said, letting his hands fall to his sides. Pansy found that she missed his touch and warmth altogether.

"No Harry, I'm so sorry that, I walked out. It was stupid of me, can we start over…As friends?" she said, looking sad and hopeful at the same time.

"Yeah, I'd definitely like to be friends. Why don't we start, with lunch tomorrow?" Harry said, smiling at her.

"Sure, where do you want to meet?" Pansy asked, smiling back at him. Harry wanted to grab her by the arms again and kiss her all the more. She was so beautiful, only…she'd made it clear that she was interested only in friendship with him. Especially with that Edgar Crane sniffing around her.

"You can meet me at the office and we'll go to that new restaurant in Hogsmeade," Harry said, not wanting to chance her going to his flat and running into Ginny.

"Sure, I'll be there at ten to twelve," Pansy said, as she walked Harry out.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said, standing at her doorway. The wind blew through his untidy locks, which immediately brought their daughter to her mind.

"Goodnight Harry," Pansy said, keeping her face from frowning.

"Goodnight Pansy," Harry said, kissing her cheek. He left her there, to stand in shock and guilt. How was she supposed to tell him about Emily? Especially now that they were friends. This was going to be a bloody mess. Pansy sighed heavily before dropping back onto the couch. She really missed Emily. These days, she wondered if her baby even missed her.

"Mummy! I'm HOME!" screamed the familiar tiny voice. Pansy smiled and ran to hug her little angel.

"I missed you Poppet," Pansy said, hugging her tightly. She looked down at the bright emeralds and smiled, thinking of her lunch with Harry tomorrow.

"I missed you too Mummy, Auntie Mil says, I get to start school tomorrow," she said, smiling happily. That was another thing. Emily was starting school tomorrow so Pansy would have less time with her. It seemed so long ago that she had held her little baby in the maternity wing in St. Mungos.

"Remember that Muggles know nothing of our kind or world, never talk about anything magical sweetie," Pansy said, making the little girl nod. After finally getting Emily bathed and tucked into bed, Pansy took a steaming hot shower and walked into her own large bedroom.

Walking over to the night table, Pansy picked up a picture in an ornate silver frame, it was of Draco, Astoria, Harry, Theo, Millicent and herself. Taken the night before Draco's party. They had been friends then. Could she be friends with the unwitting father of her precious baby?

Well, only tomorrow would she be able to tell. At least, she hoped she would be able to figure out if they could be friends.

A/N: Well I didn't like this chapter too much and also sorry that it's so short but there you have it. Hope you liked it. The next chapter should be better. Thanks to all who have thus far kept reading, it means a lot.