Chapter Seven: Lunch

A/N: I wish I didn't have such terrible writer's block.

-Harry-

The afternoon would not come soon enough. Harry looked up and grumbled as the clock shone nine o' clock. He'd wanted the time to pass by so much that he had gotten every piece of paperwork completely finished. He'd never been more caught up in his life. "Mr…er…Harry, I have your post for you Sir," Reed said, putting down a couple of letters on his desk. The blonde boy blushed as Harry looked up, smiling.

"Reed, you didn't have to," Harry said, looking the boy up and down. "Why don't you sit down, we've never actually had time for a chat, have we?" Harry said, motioning to a chair in front of the desk. The young trainee sat down awkwardly and looked up with sky-blue eyes.

"Oh, it's not a problem. I was on my way out and I thought to bring your post," he said, in an admiring tone.

"Oh, well thank you Reed. It was kind of you to think of me," Harry said, smiling again. This time, the boy was beet red.

"I always think of you Har-err is that the time?! Well, hate to split but uhh yeah, My oven's burning, see you on Monday!" Reed said, before shooting up out of his seat and out the door. He could not have left fast enough. Harry chuckled before turning his attention to the Daily Prophet. Same old news as always, Harry smiled as Draco and Astoria's picture was once again on the front page. Along with a small clipping that talked about Hermione's and his arrival at the Malfoy's second baby shower.

Then another article about Ginny's excellent playing as chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. She seemed happier on the pitch than anywhere else. She looked almost like her old self when she was flying high and playing Quidditch. That was the old Ginny, the Ginny he'd loved. Maybe they would have stayed together if she hadn't changed so much. Shaking his head of these thoughts, Harry stood to stretch slightly before catching another glance at the ever slowing clock.

Going through his post Harry saw that he had a letter from Dudley, who ever since Voldemort had been defeated had kept a correspondence with him. Despite, his father's disapproval. Aunt Petunia was also slowly starting to come around. The letter said something about Dudley's upcoming wedding to Susan Bones. To say that it had been a shock to hear of his cousin's involvement with a witch was the understatement of the century. Harry turned to look at his calendar and set the date of the wedding on it. The rest of the post was mainly notices and fan mail that he still got every so often. Leaning back in his chair, Harry closed his eyes and dozed off. He didn't know how long he had been out but, as soon as he opened his eyes, he gazed into a pair of soft creamy emeralds. Starting softly, Harry straightened out in the chair.

"Pansy, how long have you been sitting here?" He asked, in a breathy voice. He was still trying to get his heart rate back to normal when she let out a soft laugh.

"Just about five minutes, you look so innocent and untroubled when you sleep," she said, making him blush. Turning his head toward the clock, Harry sighed. It was already noon.

"Ah, well sorry to keep you waiting. Are you hungry?" he asked, trying not to blush anymore.

"Starving, Millicent had me working on a new manuscript for my next novel. The woman is a slave driver," Pansy said, making Harry laugh.

"Well then Miss Parker or would you prefer Parkinson?" Harry asked, as he allowed her to leave his office first. Watching her walk in front of him was like watching a graceful ballerina sway softly. Her form fitting knee length soft green dress matched her eyes and the strappy green heels did as well. Her short hair was soft and dark, curling slightly past her soft looking mouth. Harry had the strongest urge to just push her hair behind her ears. He wanted to grab her face and kiss her hard.

But, being a gentleman Harry fought the urge. "Parkinson is fine," Pansy said, as they walked down the hall and into an elevator. They talked for a few minutes of their last year at Hogwarts, completely avoiding talk of that last night together. They ended up in the newest restaurant in Hogsmeade. It was secluded, classy, and warm.

After ordering lunch, Harry told Pansy about his trainee Reed. "I think it's strange. He reacts like the girls did in Hogwarts," Harry said, as Pansy sipped her glass of wine.

Pansy smiled and put the glass down. "Either he is in love with you or you're just his idol," she said, making Harry chuckle.

"Maybe I'm just that handsome," he said, grinning. It felt so easy between them. He could just say whatever he wanted.

"Oh yes, you great big gorgeous man thing you," Pansy joked, touching his arm softly. Harry's heart instantly plummeted into his throat. Her warm touch made her even more irresistible to him.

"Shall I get the check?" Harry asked, placing his napkin on the table.

"Oh, sure," Pansy said, frowning softly. What happened? A second ago they had both been in a light and cheery mood. So open and well..friendly.

"Alright, excuse me," Harry said, standing up to go pay. Pansy sipped at the last of her wine and watched as Harry walked back to the table.

"Let's take a walk," Harry said, offering his hand to her. Pansy smiled immediately as she took his warm hand and he helped her up.

"That'd be great," Pansy said, smiling up at the tall man in front of her. As they walked down the crowded street, Harry placed a hand on the small of her back. It made her feel warmth in the pit of her stomach.

They walked around for awhile before Pansy walked Harry back to work. "Thanks for hanging out today Panse, I really enjoyed it," Harry said, feeling like he'd gone on his first date ever.

"Me too, we should do this again sometime," Pansy said, touching Harry's arm.

"Maybe we can go out on Saturday, it's supposed to be really great out that day." He said, making her eyes light up.

"I'll have to check with my slavedriver but, that'd be so great, just floo or call," she said, making him smile.

"Alright, I will. See you sometime," he said, leaning over. Pansy's breath caught in her throat as his lips made contact with her cheek. He smelled amazing. Not too overpowering and not too soft.

"Bye," Pansy said, walking awkwardly as Harry walked back into the seemingly abandoned building. When he was finally out of sight, Pansy turned and apparated to the school where Emily started.

She smiled as her beautiful daughter ran into her arms. "Mummy! You came!" she cried, happily.

"Yes, well I had some time to come. Shall we get an icecream?" Pansy asked, as she took her daughters tiny hand in her's.

"Yea! Icecream!" she said, smiling brightly. Her bright green eyes lit up like shining emeralds. After getting an icecream, Pansy and Emily were walking down the cobblestone path to their home. "Mummy can I ask something?" she asked, curiously. Her mouth and chin were covered in chocolate and raspberry icecream. She looked so cute.

"Yes love, ask anything," Pansy said, looking down at her.

"Who is my Daddy?" she asked, innocently.

"Crap."

A/N: Well, I so didn't like how it ended.