A/N: Trysties! It's been a while, yeah? Sorry about that. I won't drone on about this chapter, except to say that it's not as long as the others, which were 7k+. But it is well over 5k. So it's a good chunk. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or magical world JK created. Just the plot of this story that I am weaving.

XoXo,

Elle

Chapter 3

It nearly broke Harry's heart to hear the fear and pleading in Pansy's voice. But at the same time, he rejoiced in the fact that she wanted him to stay. Who was he to tell her no? His arms were wound tightly around her, head turned to tuck his nose into her hair. "I won't. I'll stay. I'll stay right here with you. I won't ever leave you again."

Harry knew that her insecurities and fear ran deeper than she was letting on. He had seen the utter terror in her eyes as she'd closed the distance between them moments before. Pansy was terrified that if she let him out of her sight, he'd get called away again. That he might not make it back next time. But she had nothing to fear.

Pansy's grip tightened around his waist and he felt her body start to quake in his arms. Hot tears dampened his neck where her face was buried and Harry held her through it, rubbing her back. "Shh, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

The sobs subsided in minutes, and Pansy lifted her head. Harry wiped her tears away with a small smile. "Sorry, these fucking hormones. They're still all out of sorts."

Harry stroked her cheek with a soft smile, noticing how she still avoided locking eyes with him for more than a second. "I can understand that. Can you look at me for a minute?" When her gaze caught his, he smiled fully and continued on. "I fully intend on staying tonight as well as all day tomorrow. Just wanted to put that out there first, but I do need to go home and gather some clothes and let Ron and Ginny know that I am alive. I'm sure Hermione has informed them that I am. But I'm sure that all three of them want to yell at me. I won't be more than an hour. I'll set my wand to alarm for forty-five minutes and then I'll be back to you. How is that?"

Pansy gave him a nod, stepping back from him to wipe her eyes. "Okay, I can handle that. Merlin, I feel so weak, acting this way."

"You are the opposite of weak, Pansy. Go take a long bath and relax, I'll be back in no time." Harry met her eyes and gripped her chin in between his thumb and forefinger, drawing her in for a kiss. Pansy returned his kiss and he could feel her eyes on his back as he turned to go back to the parlor and Floo home to Grimmauld Place.

When he stumbled out of the fireplace, he dusted the ashes from his clothes. He had barely looked up when a ball of red hair flew into his mouth, choking him. A pair of slim arms slid around his neck and squeezed, choking the life from him. When he managed to break free, he was looking at Ginny and shaking his head, "It's nice to see you again too, Gin."

But the niceties were out of her system because she began smacking Harry everywhere she could get her hands on him. "How. Dare. You. Not. Contact. Anyone. We. Thought. You. Were. Dead."

Harry backed up quickly, trying to get away from her, but she followed. Pansy hadn't even been this violent and she had a better reason to be. "Look, Gin! I couldn't contact anyone but the Minister and I was too pissed at him. I'm sorry. But I'm alive and home. So please, stop hitting me!"

The assault stopped, but only because Ron had come up behind Ginny and wrapped his arms around his sister. "She knows that. I told her as much a thousand times. But we were all worried mate. No word for nine months is a long time."

Harry moved over to the couch and sat down, running a hand through his unruly hair, a smile lifting his lips as he reminisced Pansy running her fingers through it. "Trust me, I know. But when the only person I could contact was Kingsley, I wasn't exactly in the mood to write to him. He could have done that differently. He could have given me the information and let me delegate it. Send a team after Rabastan. Instead, he ruined my night and made me miss the...something." Harry finished lamely.

Ginny's gaze narrowed on Harry. He could feel it burning into his forehead as she stood across the room, arms crossed. "Where have you been all evening? Hermione said she saw you just before the Ministry closed, then you left to go apologize to someone."

"Where is she anyway?" Harry asked, looking around for Hermione. He wanted her to be here when he told them all about Willow and he only had about thirty minutes left.

"Probably on her way home from dinner with Malfoy. They're dating now. When he's not over at Pansy's, doing Merlin only knows what. I think it's a bad idea, but Hermione won't listen to me. Maybe she'll listen to you. She always did listen to you better." Ron complained as the front door opened and Hermione's voice could be heard, followed by Malfoy's behind her.

They were talking about the emergency that Malfoy had to go and take care of, which had forced him to send Willow and Moppy back to Pansy's manor. But Harry didn't catch what had actually happened, because as they rounded the corner, they stopped talking. "Harry! Welcome home." Hermione smiled, walking over to hug him, a blush on her cheeks at having been caught.

"I'm glad you finally saw some sense. That man has been pining after you for a while. Don't listen to Ron," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear. She giggled and sat down beside him, looking over at Draco with a shy smile.

Draco walked over and extended his hand. "Potter, I'm glad you're finally home."

Harry could hear the double meaning in those words, and gave Draco a nod, adding his own double meaning into his words, gripping Draco's hand in an extra tight squeeze. "Thank you." He then turned to Ron and Ginny who had taken seats in the arm chairs across the way. "Gin, you asked where I'd been. Before I get into that, I suppose I'd better start at the beginning. Though, I'm not going to regale you with the Rabastan tale, because it's not worth repeating. Just a bunch of cat and mouse. The day of the gala, when Ron and I agreed to meet in the Leaky, I had a run in with an old schoolmate of ours."

At this, he paused to look over at Ron, who nodded, then glanced at Draco, who was grinning. "Pansy Parkinson. She tripped over someone's foot and fell onto me. The whole thing lasted about two minutes and she was out the back, into Diagon Alley. I had been shocked that it was her, because I hadn't truly seen her since before the war. So later, at the gala, I found her. We talked for a few minutes, before she made an escape to Draco's side. But I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She said something that upset Draco and he took off to talk to Hermione, who had finally arrived, and I was there behind Pansy. We left not long after that and went to her place. I'm sure you can fill in the blanks with what happened next."

"So that's why you didn't give your speech? You weren't sick! You were too busy getting shagged!" Ron laughed, shaking his head.

Harry couldn't help that his eyes trailed over to Ginny. He didn't want this revelation to hurt her. She caught his gaze and smiled at him, "I'm fine, Harry. Besides, I've started seeing someone too, while you've been gone. Now, get on with your story."

Harry gave her a smile and nodded. "We had taken a nap, and I woke up to Kingsley's edict, calling me away. I tried waking Pansy, but couldn't, so I left her a note, telling her I would owl soon and left straight away. But little did I know it was an undercover. So the first place I went, after checking in with Hermione at the Ministry, was to Pansy's so that I could apologize to her. I used the Floo to call her first, so that I didn't barge in unwanted. An elf answered, but I could hear voices off in the distance and heard Pansy tell that blond git over there that she would be right back. She came in and we agreed on fifteen minutes. When I got there, we were talking about why I had to go, and then the elf appeared again. Pansy left the room to speak with her. When she returned, Pansy appeared on edge and anxious even to get the conversation over with. So we started arguing and I raised my voice, because I was getting frustrated that she wouldn't see my point. She had just told me to lower my voice and no sooner than I had asked why, than I heard a baby wail."

At that, there were gasps around the room. Hermione and Ginny both had their hands over their mouths and Ron's was just hanging open. Draco, however, was just sitting there with that grin. "Pansy stood there for a moment then left, heading for the baby. I followed her. The baby had a tight tummy, so she put the baby on her shoulder to burp it. I was asking Pansy if it was mine. And when Pansy turned her back on me, the baby and I looked right at each other, with the same emerald green eyes. So, yeah, I'm a dad." He finished lamely.

On the other end of the couch, Draco chuckled, shaking his head. "Such a build up there, Potter, to only fizzle out at the end."

"Shove off, Malfoy." Harry glared down at the blond. "Her name is Willow Joy. And she is a mixture of both Pansy and myself. She was born on February 10th. Draco is her godfather and has been helping Pansy the whole time I've been gone. He was there for her entrance into this world, and for that, I will never be able to repay him. Thank you, Draco. And Hermione," Harry turned his body toward his best friend on the couch, taking her hands in his. She was still in shock, tears in her eyes. It was understandable, it wasn't every day that you learned your best friend had a secret child. "I would be most honored, Pansy as well, if you would be her godmother."

Hermione smiled at Harry and nodded. "Yes, I'd love that. Thank you, Harry." She leaned in and hugged Harry around the neck. "When can we meet her?"

The question was echoed by Ron and Ginny, Harry couldn't help but grin, "I'll ask Pansy and let you guys know." Harry's wand began to alarm and he smiled at his friends. "But for now, I need to gather some clothes and head back. I told Pansy I would stay tonight."

Harry rose from the couch and was bombarded with hugs from his friends, "I'm so happy for you, Harry. You always wanted a family of your own. I can't wait to meet Willow, I bet she's beautiful." Ginny said, a smile on her face.

"Thank you, Gin. And I can't wait to meet whoever you're dating." Harry replied, kissing her cheek and heading upstairs to Sirius' old room. He summoned a bag from the closet and soon the clothes followed. He didn't know how many he'd need, so he packed enough for a few days. When he was done, he summoned his toothbrush and paste from the attached bathroom and looked around the space, wondering if he would ever come back here. Or if Pansy would leave her place. The knock on his door shook him free of this thoughts, "Come in."

Hermione stuck her head around the door, but Draco pushed the wooden panel wide. "We're coming with you, Potter."

Harry laughed softly, zipping his bag up. "That's up to you. And you'll be the one facing Pansy's wrath if you wake up Willow. She's down for the night. Or at least until-"

"Two or three. Yeah, I know the drill. I've been there done that, remember?" Draco grinned at Harry. "Besides, I owe Pans an apology for having to leave so suddenly and sending Willow back. Though I'm sure you're not sorry I had to."

Harry shook his head, "No, not sorry at all. Well, if you're coming, we need to go. Time's almost up." Harry went to leave the bedroom, heading back to the Floo.

Draco just shook his head and grabbed both Harry and Hermione, Apparating them away to Pansy's place.

XxX

Pansy had taken Harry's advice and ran a tub full of hot water. She had stripped her body naked and climbed in the bubbles, the water relaxing her muscles, but it did nothing to calm her racing mind, or stop her from checking her wand for the time every five minutes. Anything could happen in the time that Harry was gone and it had her nerves on edge. "Moppy!"

The little elf appeared in the marble expanse, her eyes drooping at the edges, "Yes, Mistress?"

"Is Willow sleeping soundly?" Pansy asked, knowing her daughter would still be out like a light. But the elf obliged her nonetheless, disappearing and reappearing with a pop, giving her report. "Thank you, Moppy. You may retire for the night."

Pansy had had enough of this bath. It had done nothing to relax her. She rose from the water, hearing it splash back down into the tub. The towel floated over to her, already warm, and she wrapped it around her body. Out in her room, she looked around, vividly remembering her night with Harry. Suddenly, she couldn't wait for the next few weeks to be over with. Pansy went into her closet and pulled on another baggy shirt and lycra pants. It was the easiest thing to do. Especially when she had to change multiple times a day when Willow spit up on her. There was only so much a Scourgify could do.

She levitated the towel into the hamper and left her room, walking the short distance to Willow's room. The door opened quietly and she slipped in to check on the sleeping baby herself. Pansy leaned over the crib and watched as the tiny chest rose and fell under the light blanket, Willow's mouth open in a tiny 'O'. "My sweet cherub, you're so beautiful."

The pop of apparition caught Pansy's ear, she left Willow behind, and headed for the parlor. She nearly ran straight into Harry, who was coming out of the parlor. "Woah! Harry! How did you apparate here?"

"Hey, Pans." Draco's voice echoed out of the parlor and Pansy looked around Harry.

Hazel eyes blinked in surprise, seeing the brunette at her best friend's side. "Hey, Draco. Hello, Hermione. Uh, Draco, what are you doing here? Not that I don't mind that you're here."

"I came to apologize for having to leave Willow like I did. I never would have if I didn't have to. But I feel like shite for having to do it and I'm sorry." Draco's eyes were full of remorse and Pansy gave him an apologetic smile.

"It's fine, Draco. You know, I am becoming to understand an Auror's job a little more now." Pansy smiled up at Harry and took his hand, giving it a squeeze, turning her eyes back to the other pair standing in her parlor. They were standing close together, arms brushing, fingers touching, but they weren't holding hands. Draco hadn't mentioned anything about them dating, but Pansy supposed she'd had a lot going on. "I assume Harry told you everything, Hermione?"

The curly haired woman nodded, giving Pansy a smile, "Yes, he did. Thank you for the honor of being her godmother. I was perfectly happy to wait like everyone else to see her, but someone else had other plans." Hermione looked up at Draco with a playful grin and narrowed eyes. "So I am sorry for intruding at such a late hour."

Pansy chuckled softly as she leaned into Harry, "It's no problem, really. I have a newborn, my sleep schedule is nonexistent. She'll be awake in a couple of hours anyway, ready to eat again. So we can all sit and chat. I'll just go set the monitoring charms, in case she doesn't wake up screaming, like she normally does."

As Pansy went to leave, Harry held onto her hand and pulled her back into his body, using his free hand to tilt her chin up and give her a kiss. Pansy blushed a deep crimson as Draco and Hermione looked away, Draco clearing his throat in his own embarrassment. "Sorry, I had to," Harry whispered against her lips as he let her go.

Pansy wandered down the hall, stopping in Willow's the crib, making sure she was still sleeping, and began casting the monitoring charms on her way out. When she got back to the parlor, everyone was sitting down and chatting quietly. She smiled and went to sit beside Harry. "If anyone wants anything, you'll have to get it yourselves. All my elves have retired for the night and I'm not going to wake them."

Everyone laughed at that, even Pansy as she leaned against Harry. She knew she had said that she couldn't just jump into things with him, but it was so damn easy. He was easy to talk to, easy to be with and he felt familiar, like home. He understood her, without having to explain herself. Pansy was in deep trouble. A nudge in the ribs pulled her out of her thoughts. "Huh?"

"Hermione asked you a question," Harry answered, his lips moving against her temple.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I spaced out. What was your question?" Pansy asked, lifting her head from Harry's lips.

Hermione gave her a grin. "I asked what the most challenging thing about motherhood has been so far."

Pansy looked up at Harry and gave him an apologetic glance, then threw one to Draco, "I'd have to say the most challenging thing, has been doing it mostly alone. But I know that is about to change. The second most challenging thing has been learning to put myself second, always. And to learn to function on next to no sleep. But it has all been worth it. Every sleepless night, every stained shirt, and every dirty nappy. It's worth it. Willow is the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Tears had misted Pansy's eyes and she could see them in Hermione's eyes as well, both women laughed awkwardly as they wiped their eyes. "I can't wait to experience that, then."

The way Hermione said that had Pansy tilting her head, but she kept her thoughts to herself. "So how long have the two of you been dating?"

Draco glared at Pansy, but she ignored it. The Malfoy death glare didn't scare her. Hermione's cheeks pinked as she answered, "Um, well, since the gala, I guess. He asked me to dinner that night." Hermione looked up at Draco with a love-filled gaze, which Draco returned. It was about damn time, if Pansy said so herself. She and Harry exchanged amused glances and a chaste kiss.

"Well, I'm glad he finally found his balls. I'd been pressing him to ask you out for a year. I'm happy for-" Pansy was cut off by the monitoring charms picking up the sound of Willow rooting around and fussing a bit. Harry went to get up, but Pansy shook her head. "Give it a minute."

After a couple of minutes, Willow started to quiet back down and get still, but Pansy wanted to check on her anyway. "I'm going to check on her. Hermione, do you want to come?"

Hermione looked surprised to have been asked, but nodded, rising from her spot next to Draco. She leaned down to give the blond a quick kiss and followed Pansy down the hall. "Thank you for letting me come. I'm so excited to get to see her."

"You're welcome. If she's awake, I'll let you hold her. I'll have to feed her, though. Harry gave her the last bottle earlier." Pansy smiled at Hermione. They stepped through the door into the nursery and she heard Hermione suck in a breath, those tears returning to her eyes. It was a slow and subtle movement, but Hermione's hand dropped unconsciously to her abdomen. "How far along are you?" Pansy asked quietly.

That head of bushy hair snapped around, eyes going wide in shock. Pansy nodded to the hand still on Hermione's pelvis. Hermione's cheeks pinked in embarrassment. "Just a few weeks. It happened after our first time. I haven't told him yet. I'm scared to." Her multi-hued chocolate eyes turned to the baby in the crib as she stepped closer. "She's beautiful, Pansy. Absolutely stunning."

Pansy stepped up beside Hermione and placed a hand over hers. "I know he can seem aloof sometimes, like he doesn't care. But trust me, that man has pined after you for years. Even while we were in school and he couldn't show it. And I think, once you see him with Willow, any doubts you have will evaporate." A cough brought Pansy's head around to see those wide, innocent green eyes open. "Hello, my cherub, did you decide to wake up early? Let's get you a fresh nappy." Pansy stretched her arms out and lifted Willow from the crib, kissing her head.

The pair of women moved over to the changing table and Pansy changed Willow's nappy, buttoning up her Quidditch pajamas again, before handing her carefully over to Hermione. "Mind her head, there you go." as soon as Willow was settled in Hermione's arms, she burst into tears. Pansy couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips. She remembered those volatile hormones so well. "Ahh, the hormones. Get used to those, girl. If you ever need to talk, feel free to come see me."

Hermione looked up at her and gave her a watery smile, wiping her eyes with her free hand. "Thank you. I really appreciate it. She really does have Harry's eyes. I can't get over how beautiful she is."

"I've had almost a month with her and I still can't get over it. Come on, let's go back to the boys." Hermione nodded and they began the trek down the hall, those brown eyes of Hermione's locked on the baby in her arms. They rounded the corner into the parlor and Pansy noticed how Draco's face changed and softened at the appearance of Hermione holding Willow. A look of love and longing graced his features.

Hermione went to hand Willow over to Pansy, but she shook her head, "No, you go ahead. I'll get her when she gets hungry." Hermione could use the practice anyway, though she would excel at motherhood, too. Just as she excelled at everything else. Pansy watched as she went to sit beside Draco, who immediately planted a kiss on Willow's unruly hair and began talking to his 'Doodlebug'. Pansy turned and smiled at Harry, walking over to resume her seat next to him, curling against his side. "They would make a cute family." Pansy whispered quietly as she watched the couple across from them with Willow.

"They really would." Harry whispered back, causing Pansy to shiver as his breath traveled past her ear. She wasn't sure she could make it two more weeks before jumping his bones, if he kept things like this up. Of course, just being in his proximity was like lighting a fire in her cauldron. How had she never noticed it in school?

A cry from Willow brought her attention back, but Draco gently took her from Hermione and switched her to his shoulder, cradling her head and tucking her legs under her, his large hand patting her nappy and snitch covered bum. "Sometimes she gets bored of laying down like that and likes to look around. She's nosy, like her mum. Isn't that right, Doodlebug?" Draco glanced up briefly at Pansy and Pansy stuck her tongue out at him. Then he returned to being the sun in Hermione's world. Until those brown eyes caught Pansy's, and Pansy gave her an encouraging nod, followed by a questioning look. But Hermione gave a subtle shake of her head and turned back to Draco.

Pansy leaned her head on Harry's shoulder and closed her eyes, letting a soft sigh free. She felt Harry's lips on the crown of her head and smiled. "Thank you for coming back."

"Of course. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now." Harry replied.

"All of our lives are about to change, for the better." Pansy sat up to look into those disarming green eyes, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. Harry smiled at her and leaned in to give her a kiss.

When the pair of them broke away, they heard Hermione's quiet voice across the way, "You're so good with her. Do you want kids of your own?"

Harry turned his head to look at his best friend and then turned back to Pansy with a raised brow. Pansy just shrugged and put her finger to her lips. "Let's just talk quietly amongst ourselves."

"But shouldn't we give them some space?" Harry inquired. Pansy probably would have, in any other situation, but she knew that Hermione wanted the moral support, so here they would stay, in their own little world.

Pansy smiled at Harry, stroking the stubble on his chin, "Oh, my dear Gryffindor. When are you going to learn? Besides, I can't go too far, our daughter will be screaming soon enough, wanting to eat." Pansy glanced over at the other couple in the room.

Draco had gone quiet after Hermione had asked him about kids, he had frozen up, his eyes staring straight ahead, but his hand still moving on Willow's back. If Pansy had been sitting across from him at a table, she'd have kicked his shin. But as it were, she sent a small stinging jinx his way to jolt him free. He hissed, jerking his leg that had been hit. "Kids? Of my own? I'd never really thought about it. Until after the war was over. Because I wasn't sure I would make it through the war."

"Pansy, I really think we should give them some space." Harry whispered quietly.

Pansy sighed as she looked at Harry, "I would, but Hermione wants the support. And you saw how Draco froze up just now."

A frown wrinkled Harry's brow at the mention of Hermione needing support, "Support? For what?" Harry looked at Pansy, then glanced at Hermione, who was glancing back and forth between Draco and the baby. Barely concealed tears shimmered in her eyes. After a few moments, it dawned on Harry just where their conversation was heading and his voice dropped to an almost inaudible level, "She's pregnant?"

"Yes. Now, shhh." Pansy replied, looking back over to the pair on the other couch.

Draco now had Willow sitting on his knee, supporting her head and was talking to her, but addressing Hermione. "I would love to have kids someday, after I'm married and settled in. And I hope to Merlin that it's with you."

Pansy watched as Hermione wiped at a stray tear that had escaped her eye and Draco's notice. "Well, we may have to switch some of those plans around."

The funny face that Draco had been making at Willow disappeared as he turned his head to look at Hermione, what little color he had paling further. "What do you mean?"

Hermione lifted her hand to run a finger along Willow's cheek, smiling down at the little baby, leaning down to kiss her hair and inhale. She spoke while her nose was still against Willow's scalp. "We're going to have one of these in about eight months."

If Draco hadn't been holding Willow, Pansy was sure he probably would have jumped Hermione or fainted. He seemed to be walking a fine line between both. "We are? You're pregnant?"

"Yes," Hermione nodded, a nervous smile on her lips. She seemed to still be unsure of what Draco's reaction was.

Draco moved Willow to his shoulder and held her with one arm, wrapping Hermione up with the other and dragging her in for a kiss. "I'm going to be a father. Thank you. I love you. Will you move in with me?"

Pansy blinked at the sudden question, but at least it wasn't a proposal. It was actually a topic that she and Harry needed to discuss. Pansy barely heard Hermione's murmured "Yes" before Willow started to grunt, rooting around on Draco's shoulder. When she couldn't find what she was looking for, she began to cry.

Draco rose from the couch and walked over, handing Willow to Pansy, after giving her a kiss. Pansy smiled up at him. "Congratulations, Draco." She carefully lifted her shirt, covering Willow's face, pulling the elastic bra down and allowing Willow to latch on. "It's really late and the two of you are more than welcome to stay here."

Harry stood from the couch to go and talk to his best friend, while Draco talked with Pansy. "I appreciate it, Pans. But I think I want to take her home. And celebrate." He grinned at her and Pansy shook her head.

"Well, I'm happy for you, Draco. Just don't get pulled away on a secret assignment." Pansy laughed ruefully, wincing when Willow made a particularly hard pull. "You two have a good night."

Draco gave her a nod and leant down to kiss the top of her head. He walked over and began talking to Harry, and Hermione made her way over to where Pansy was sitting, "She is beautiful, Pansy. And thank you so much for giving me the courage to tell him. And for staying while I did."

Pansy gave her a smile, "Don't mention it. I meant what I said earlier, if you ever need to talk, just pop on over."

Hermione bent down and gently hugged Pansy. "I'll remember that. Thank you again, Pansy. Goodnight."

"Night, Hermione." Pansy smiled and adjusted Willow, lifting her shirt to peek at the nursing baby, listening while Harry said his goodbyes.

When they were alone, Harry came back to sit by Pansy's side and draped his arm over her shoulders. "Wow, I didn't expect that. How's she eating?"

Pansy moved with care and pulled her shirt from her body, allowing Harry to see Willow eating clearly. "She's doing good. Probably about time for a burp." She pulled Willow free, who immediately started to throw a fit and Pansy laughed softly as she propped her up on her shoulder and started to pat her back forcefully. "Yeah, it was a little shocking to me, too. I always pictured Hermione as someone who would be more careful - not that she I'm saying she isn't, accidents happen all the time. But I am happy for the pair of them."

The burp sounded by her ear and Pansy laid Willow back in her arms, switching breasts and wincing when Willow latches on forcefully. "I'm just so surprised still. And she's moving in with him, too." Harry let that sentence hang in the air, but Pansy knew he was thinking about it. Just as much as she was.

"What are we going to do? I have this whole place and you have Grimmauld Place. My parents are locked away in Azkaban for life and I would hate to let this place fall into disrepair," Pansy said, looking around the opulent parlor decorated by her mum.

Harry sighed next to her, his hand coming up to brush Willow's hair off her forehead. "Well, Ron, Ginny and Hermione live with me at Grimmauld Place. Or Hermione did. I suppose I could leave it to Ron and Ginny, sign it over to them and move in here. That way we have our privacy. Speaking of those two, they were wondering when they could come and meet Willow."

Pansy smiled, looking down at the infant in her arms, who was starting to drift back off to sleep. Willow was drinking slower, stopping on occasion when she would slip into sleep, only to rouse herself back up and go back to eating. "I don't see why they can't stop by tomorrow evening. We could have dinner." Pansy lifted Willow from her breast, back to her shoulder, her daughter too sleepy to protest this time, and helped her burp. "But for now, this little one will sleep until about eight in the morning and we can get some rest, too." Pansy used her free hand to slide her bra back over her breasts and stood, cradling Willow in her arms. Harry stood after her and held his arms out. Pansy happily handed their daughter over with a smile.

Once Willow was laid in her crib again, Harry and Pansy walked the short distance to her room. "I'll let them know tomorrow morning." Pansy quickly changed into her pajamas and climbed into the bed, watching as Harry stripped down to his pants. She couldn't get over how well defined he was and wished she could thank the inventors of Quidditch.

When he joined her in bed, she curled up right against him, her exhausted eyes already closing. "Thank you for staying."

"I would do anything for you and Willow, Pansy. Even give up my life." Harry replied, a yawn leaving his lips. Pansy smiled at his words, the conviction behind them clear as she inhaled slowly, his masculine scent filling her lungs and calming her, sending her off into a peaceful sleep.