Chapter 2: The Author and The Child
She ran a hand through her shortened hair. She didn't like it this short. It practically stuck out at all angles when she ran her fingers through her hair absentmindedly. This seemed to happen a lot. Seeing as she was constantly made to think and do everything her damn editor/publicist told her to.
For the first time ever, Pansy or "Scarlett Parker" as it was written on her books and so on, was doing a book signing. She'd never really been one for self promotion but, Millicent Nott formerly Bulstrode insisted on it. She was after all her best friend and Editor/Publicist. Pansy trusted her judgment, therefore she would do as she had suggested.
Despite the fact that he lived in London, Pansy would be returning, with a little surprise. Not that she'd ever let him ever know that he had fathered a child. "Mummy, I'm ready!" said a little girl. She was wearing a light pink tutu and sparkly fairy wings and a fake diamond tiara.
"Absolutely not! Emilia Annabella Parkinson, you cannot go on a Muggle airplane wearing your fairy costume," Pansy said, crossing her arms tightly.
"But mummy! I wanna!" complained a small four yearold. She grabbed onto her dark chocolate locks and started pulling them roughly. Pansy clenched her fists tightly and took a deep breath.
"Alright, fine. But this means no sweets today," Pansy said, watching the triumphant look on her daughter's face, fade.
"Fine…I take it off.." she said, in her angel's voice. The little girl ran into the bathroom and changed quickly into a flowered pink dress and tiny black shoes. Her hair was long and untidy, no matter what Pansy did to it. She knew that Emilia had gotten it from her father. Harry Potter. Emilia had the exact same bright green eyes and the exact same mischievous little smile.
In other words, she was perfect. "Come on love, it's time to go back home," Pansy said, taking her daughter in her arms and walking to the car that was waiting for them. All of their things were already on their way to the new place in London, all they had were two carry-on bags.
"The car is ready to take you to the airport Ms. Parker," The Driver said, stepping aside.
"Thank you. Come along Pet," Pansy said, lifting Emilia into the car.
Twenty minutes later, Pansy and her child were on their way to London. Courtesy of Draco and his private plane.
~*~*~*~*~*~*Hours Later*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Emily, stay close. I don't want to lose you," Pansy said, taking Emily's hand in her own. The little girl frowned but walked along with her mother. She frowned as they stood at the edge of the sidewalk. Draco had told her he'd meet them there. Maybe something was keeping him?
"Miss Parker, Mr. Malfoy would like to apologize for not being able to pick you up. However he did send you this car. I will be happy to take you to your new home," the driver said.
"Well, thank you. Come on Poppet, let's go see our new house," Pansy said, lifting her daughter into the car.
"Okay Mummy, we go see Uncle Dray now," Emily said, smiling a perfect little smile.
"I don't know if Uncle Dray will be there, sweetie. Come now, I'll give you a nice big cookie," Pansy said, pulling a large chocolate chip cookie out of her lunch bag. The little girl took it happily and made a mess while devouring it.
Pansy sighed as she strapped Emily into the seat, memories flooding back. It'd been nearly four years since she'd left England. She had been living in Scotland since then, writing. Always writing. For the umpteenth time that day, Pansy ran a hand through her tousled locks. It had been so long since she had worn it long. Emily stood on the leather seat and gazed out of the window in wonder. She'd never been to London. Let alone, Muggle London.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The New House~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pansy thought that Draco had over done himself. Then again, a live-in nanny well House Elf was somewhat of a relief. Her new book had just come out and this was the first time she would be promoting it. She would be too busy to watch Emily all day. Plus, she would be starting the manuscript for her next new book.
After getting settled in, Pansy tucked Emily in and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight Emily, I love you," Pansy said, looking into Emily's almond shaped bright green eyes.
"I love you Mummy," she said, sleepily.
Pansy then went to get rest herself. It was nice to be home. She's missed London, and all of her friends. Only now, she had to worry about running into him. Not that he'd ever go to a book signing for a romance writer. Did the Golden Boy even read for fun? No, of course not. And with these thoughts, Pansy snuggled into her own large bed and slipped into a comfortable slumber.
A/N: There you go. Chapter two. I hope it turned out alright. Thanks to those who have followed or favorited this fic. I appreciate it. It's what keeps me writing. Chapter three should be out by next week at the latest. Unless some unforeseen problems arise and I can't update.