So, a while back, I mentioned that I had written one chapter too many. This is the one I scrapped, but I've decided now to post it as a bonus chapter. Hope you enjoy!

May 2, 2013
"Pack," Pansy said the second she stepped out of the fireplace early that morning. Hermione and Draco sat side by side on the sofa as they read the morning paper. Both still adorned bathrobes and pajamas. Rose leaned against her mother's side, still half asleep.

"Where's Scor?" Draco asked, setting down his mug.

"Staying with my mum," she replied, her smile growing with each word she spoke.

"Why?" Draco could feel his patience for his ex-wife waning, and wanted an explanation rather than listening to her drag out the reason for her early morning intrusion.

Pansy wedged herself into the small space between Hermione and Draco, and took hold of their hands. "Blaise and I are getting married," she announced. "And we need witnesses, and who better to do it than the two of you?"

"Your ex-husband and the woman who took your place? Sure, it's perfect," Draco replied facetiously. He extricated his hand from her death grip and rose from the sofa. He picked up Rose and carried her to the kitchen to make breakfast.

When they were gone, Hermione turned to Pansy with concern. "Eloping? Are you sure?" she asked.

Pansy continued to hold steadfastly to her hand. "I'm positive," she replied. "I never thought I'd find someone I love like I love Blaise. After Draco and I split up and Scor was born, I thought I would just be the single mum. But then a year ago, Blaise and I ran into each other in the Alley, and I couldn't be happier. As much as I loved Draco, Blaise is just...the perfect fit."

"How does Scor feel about him? Does he know about what you're planning to do?"

Before Pansy could answer, Draco interrupted by calling them in for breakfast. The two women followed him into kitchen and took their seats. Draco moved around the kitchen doling out pancakes and filling juice glasses. When Pansy attempted to to provide further details of her upcoming nuptials, Draco levelled her with a glare that warned her against it. The quartet ate in silence; the room filled with only the sound of clattering cutlery.

"Why are you so against this?" Pansy demanded once Rose was excused from the table.

"You think I've forgotten the way he treated you in school?" Draco asked, beginning to clear the table. The plates dropped into the sink with more force than necessary. "You think I didn't pay attention to the way he would use you when it was convenient and ignore you when it wasn't? I noticed it all, Pansy."

"He's different, Draco. You say it yourself all the time - the war changed people," she argued.

"Last I checked, while we-" he pointed to Hermione and himself "-were fighting a war, Blaise was holed up in his family's Tuscan estate, bedding as many women as he could and drinking fifths of firewhiskey every day."

Hermione watched the volley of heated words exchanged between her husband and friend. The former Slytherins could both be stupidly stubborn when set in their ways. She saw the way Draco's hand twitched, as if considering reaching for his wand. Slowly approaching him, she cautiously took hold of his wrist. "Stop this now," she told him. He shook loose from her hold, but said nothing. "It's been a long time since you've seen him. We've all grown up. Give him the benefit of the doubt."

"He's not good enough for her, for my son," he stated, staring directly at a crying Pansy. Having said his piece, he exited the kitchen.

Pansy sunk down into the nearest chair and stared at her hands. "He always thinks he's right," she mumbled. "Blaise isn't like he was at Hogwarts. He's loving and caring, and you should see him with Scor."

"How does Scor feel about him?" Hermione wondered, sitting down across from her.

Pansy shook her head. "You know he fears replacement. At first, he thought Blaise would replace Draco, but I assured him that wasn't true. So much has changed over the past couple of years that I don't think he believes me," she replied. "He likes Blaise," she added as an afterthought.

"Maybe you should wait until he understands a bit better," Hermione advised.

The raven-haired witch's shoulders slumped in defeat; both women knew Hermione was right. "I should go pick up Scorpius," she decided, putting an end to all talk of weddings and making mistakes. "He tends to terrorize my mother. Tell Draco I said thank you for breakfast."

Hermione nodded and watched her friend leave. Once the front door closed, the kitchen door opened. "Been waiting for her to leave this whole time?" she inquired, taking notice of her husband. "She'll marry him eventually. You can't do anything to stop that."

"Like hell I can't," he muttered. With a flick of his wand, the dishes began to wash themselves. Then, deciding he needed a distraction, he took over the task. Picking up a dish towel, she joined him and dried each plate he handed her. "I can sue for full custody."

Hermione immediately stopped. "You most certainly will not," she stated, feeling her ire grow. "You will not put Scorpius in the middle of this tiff you and Pansy are having. It's been years since you last saw Blaise. Don't you think it's at all possible that he has changed?"

Shutting off the tap, Draco stepped away from her. In their younger years, Blaise Zabini had been one of the few people Draco had considered an equal. He was no lackey, nor would he allow Draco to treat him as such. Both enjoyed the playboy lifestyle, but while one desired settling down with a family, the other enjoyed multiple women and long nights at the pub. Though his marriage to Pansy hadn't lasted longer than a year, he still loved her enough to want to protect her.

"He's gonna hurt her," Draco predicted, hanging his head.

Setting down the towel, she wrapped her arms around him from behind. "My friends said the same thing about you," she told him. "Look how wrong they were."

Hours later, as the couple relaxed in front of the fire with their daughter, an owl tapped its beak against the window. Draco rose to retrieve it before dismissing the bird. The letter was addressed to Hermione, and so he handed it over. With furrowed brows, she tore the seal and read. Breathing a tired sigh, she passed the note to her husband.

"She's done it," she told him sadly. Pansy had married.