'Fuck,' Harry thought to himself as he helped Tonks down the stairs. He wasn't too far behind Andromeda as she banged the door to the kitchen open, causing several voices to all begin speaking at once. "I hope they've got someone who knows some healing here today."
"Dumbledore can do it if no one else," Tonks responded with a grimace.
"I'm really sorry about your dad."
"Thanks, Harry. When we heard them breaking in, dad was actually the first to get his wand out and start defending us. He and mum had Rabastan taken out pretty quick. But that just made my crazy aunt even crazier. There's a reason she was thought of as you-know-who's most dangerous servant. Psycho bitch actually used the Cruciatus on her own sister. I hit her with a bone-breaking curse to get her to stop, but things just got even worse. She...
"Bellatrix threw a killing curse at me. Dad knocked me out of the way, but it hit him instead. That fucking bitch just laughed about it. Screaming about how at least the mudblood was dead. She was saying how she was going to 'get the mongrel half breed' next. Really nice family I've got, huh?"
"Yeah, that's not right. Everyone knows Sirius is the mongrel."
"Hah," Nym snorted. "Thanks for that, Harry. We better get in there before mum starts cursing anyone that looks at her wrong."
"All of you bloody morons, SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Tonks and Harry looked at each other and winced before following Andromeda into the kitchen, seeing a number of abashed faces looking at the new widow before turning to them. Sirius got up and helped Nym into a chair.
"How bad is it?" he asked.
"I'll live, but a healer would be nice."
"We can go to St. Mungo's later," Andromeda said. "First, I want to know what this useless band of old gossips plans to actually do about the damn war we're in."
"Now, see here-" Mrs. Weasley was quickly cut off.
"I don't want to hear a word out of you, Molly. You're a housewife. When have you ever taken your wand up to fight the Death Eaters? For that matter, how many of you have ever actually killed one of those bastards? I lost my husband today, and we're going to lose even more people if none of you will do what is necessary to cleanse the world of those murderers."
"Hear, hear!" Alastor Moody bellowed.
"I am terribly sorry for your loss, Andromeda," Dumbledore said. "But we cannot do anything too rash, or we risk even more death. Especially with Cornelius' position leaving us without official backing."
"Official backing?" Andromeda sneered. "When has this little group ever had official backing?"
"Never," Moody replied. "We came together last time because we needed to. That hasn't changed."
"Exactly."
"While that is true," Dumbledore began, "I formed the Order of the Phoenix to try to save lives. I did not do so to become a leader of a band of murderous vigilantes."
"Then you shouldn't be leading!" Andromeda yelled.
"Who else would lead us?" Mrs. Weasley argued, her own voice getting just as loud. "Who can we trust if not Dumbledore? Someone as paranoid as Mad-Eye?"
"Mad-Eye has at least put some of those monsters down for good! How many of you have done the same? How many of them did you deal with, Albus?"
"I successfully captured several-"
"Yes, captured," Andromeda again sneered. "The ones locked up in Azkaban. Oh wait, I forgot, none of them are in Azkaban now, are they? If we had put the bloodthirsty crazies to death, Riddle wouldn't have half the forces he does."
"I will never sanction executing people in cold blood," Dumbledore retorted.
"And because of that, my insane sister murdered my Ted! You can take your condescending, self-righteous sanctimony and shove it up your arse you stupid old man. You keep your hands clean and your conscience clean, and we all suffer as more and more people die. WE ARE AT WAR! We can't follow a pacifist against terrorists!"
"Let's all try to calm down," Lupin interrupted. "Yelling at each other won't fix anything."
"How many people have you ever killed, Lupin?" Andromeda asked. "You fought last time, right? How many?"
"None."
"Yes, that's what I thought. And how many of your friends and family were killed? How many times did you go into battle against the Death Eaters, and how many times did they leave behind carnage before they fled? How many people died because you weren't willing to kill?
"I want a straight answer now. Who here has ever killed someone? Raise your hands."
Andromeda held her own hand up, her chin held high, daring anyone to say she had done the wrong thing. Harry saw the headmaster looking incredibly pale, and he wondered at why he looked so pained. Did he really think they could win the war without killing anyone? How exactly would that be possible?
When he looked around the room, only a few hands were up. Harry raised his own and he saw Dumbledore sigh as he looked at him.
"I never wanted this for any of you, but especially not you, Harry."
"We live in the real world, Albus," Moody said. "What you want isn't realistic. We've been at war ever since the Quidditch World Cup, almost a year and a half ago. A lot of people might not want to accept that fact, but it's true. You should be glad we've got Harry. Who knows how many lives he's saved by killing?"
"Is it noble to be willing to die for the people you love?" Harry asked, the room going quiet as everyone turned to stare at him. "I've always been told that my parents were brave. That they died to save me. That they were heroes. I suppose they were. But I am not them. I don't think self-sacrifice is the best idea in a war. I'll tell you what I will do, though. I will kill to protect the people I love. I will kill every last one of them if I have to. Someone has to, and I don't care if it has to be me. If it means the people I love survive, then I will do whatever I have to."
"The lad is right," Moody said as he walked over to stand by him, his wooden leg clomping in the silence before he stood behind Harry and put his hand on his shoulder. "I wouldn't ever disparage someone brave enough to lay their lives down for another. I lost way too many friends and companions over the years who did just that. But it takes a different type of courage, a different type of willpower, to shoulder the burden of being able to kill to protect others. That's the mindset necessary for a soldier. Very few of you have that, and I don't blame you for that. But I won't let any of you complain about the few of us who are capable of it. You should be bloody grateful for people like Potter and I."
"Harry is just a boy!" Molly Weasley protested. "He isn't a soldier! He's a child!"
"I've never really been a child," Harry argued. "I didn't have what anyone could truly call a childhood. Maybe that's why I am the way I am. I've never really trusted adults to take care of things. And Mrs. Weasley, let me remind you that if I had been different, you wouldn't have a daughter anymore. So, don't tell me to sit back and let the adults handle things. The only adults at that graveyard were trying to kill me. I'll take care of myself, just like I always have. And I'll take care of the Death Eaters too, if I have to."
"You won't do it alone, Harry," Sirius piped up. "I wouldn't have let James try to take on the world by himself, so I'm definitely not letting you do it either. Besides, Lily would tear my head off if I didn't do whatever I could to help."
"So, now we're talking about going out to kill?" Harry looked at the older man who voiced that question.
"Diggle, do you think the Death Eaters are just going to roll over and give up?" Andromeda asked with an incredulous look. "Of course we're going to have to kill some of them! What part of the word war do you people not understand?"
"Hopefully, we can avoid as much bloodshed as possible," Dumbledore said. "I have always tried to save as many lives as I can, and that will never change."
There were a few mutters as people looked around the room, and Harry felt like sighing. The vaunted Order of the Phoenix wasn't going to be nearly as much help as he had hoped when Sirius had first told him about it. Then again, more than half of them had been killed in the last war. Apparently, most of those truly willing to fight were lost at the time.
"Get out."
Harry turned and saw a look of fury on Andromeda's face.
"I said GET OUT! This is the house of Black, and I won't let a bunch of gutless cowards stand here and talk about how they are afraid of getting blood on their hands. My husband is dead because of people like you. If you want to keep your heads buried in the sand, praying for another miracle to stop Riddle and his Death Eaters, then you're all useless. So GET OUT!"
"Andromeda-"
"You most of all Dumbledore. I don't want to hear another bloody word out of you. Take your naive, moronic, selfish, cowardly idealism and GET THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF MY FAMILY'S HOUSE!"
There were a couple of gasps as she drew her wand and pointed it at the headmaster.
"NOW!"
A few people stood up and began to leave before Dumbledore said anything. Seeing the meeting fall apart, he also walked out. "I am terribly sorry about your loss."
It was tense for a minute as the room emptied. Only Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor remained behind with them.
"Andromeda, Ted was a good man. I'm very sorry about what happened to him. As an auror though, I should probably investigate. Your home is now the scene of a crime. I hope you understand."
"Do what you need to," she said quietly as she sat down next to Nym.
"I'll escort them to St. Mungo's and then I can come help deal with everything," Sirius suggested.
"You stay with your family," Moody interjected. "I'll handle it."
"Thanks, Mad-Eye."
"Think nothing of it. Now, Nymphadora, I hope you can do something for me."
"What?" she whispered. Harry could see that she was still somewhat in shock.
"Don't let this break you. I'm no stranger to loss, so I know how hard it can be. Take your time to grieve, lass, but don't let Ted's death be in vain. When you're ready, let me know."
"Ready? Ready for what?"
"When you're ready to pay the bastards back."
"Andi, I really should take you two to see the healers," Sirius said, trying to be helpful. "Are you-"
"Just give me a second."
"Alright."
It took everyone a moment, but the last of them got ready to leave. Shacklebolt went to the Tonks home. Sirius told Harry that he would call him later when he could. Pansy called for Dobby, but Moody pulled the two of them aside before they left.
"You two be careful now," he said.
"We will professor," Pansy replied.
"I'm not your professor anymore, and thank Merlin for that," he snorted. "If the Death Eaters are going to start attacking people, then you and Harry are going to be at the top of their lists. So, you know what I always say."
"Constant vigilance!" she barked at him.
"Atta girl. I see why you like her, Harry."
"That's hardly the main reason."
"I should think not," Alastor chuckled.
"I heard that you had a plan for today."
"Don't worry about it right now, lad. It's only something I'm working on for the moment. But I'll let you know if I need your help."
"I'm glad someone isn't going to try telling me I'm too young," Harry said.
"You've earned it. Besides, I'm not sure how many other people I could really count on when things get messy. And they're only going to get messier from now on."
"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of. What a shitty way to celebrate the holidays."
"I've seen worse, unfortunately," Moody grumbled. "Well, happy Christmas anyway."
"You too, Alastor," Harry said as they shook hands.
"What the hell do we do now?" Pansy asked once they had popped back to their flat. "Should I call Luna? To warn her, I mean."
"Um... I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"I doubt Luna's in any specific danger at the moment. She'll hear about the attack sooner or later, and I don't think she needs her holidays ruined with worry. Besides, I'm not sure if today is the beginning of anything or not."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm thinking about everything Sirius has told me," Harry answered, turning to face Pansy as they sat on the couch. "About Bellatrix Lestrange, his demented cousin. According to him, she's known as one of Riddle's most devoted and rabid followers. Even among that group of murderers, she's supposed to be the maddest of the mad. Today, I think, was a personal attack for her. Sirius said she was just as likely as his mum to rant about blood traitors, and you know how bad that damn painting is."
"You're saying that this attack might not have been planned then? That it might have just been a lunatic wanting to ruin her sister's day- what, for fun?"
"From what Sirius has told me, yeah. I'm kinda surprised she didn't do it on Christmas day. Or even on Andromeda's birthday. But that's not till April, so maybe she just couldn't wait that long."
"Bellatrix is someone that we definitely need to plan on killing then. Not just trying to get her arrested again."
"Azkaban has proven to not be of any use as long as Riddle's out there," Harry pointed out. "He's broken them out once, he can do it again. Until he's out of the picture, just capturing Death Eaters will be pointless. We may as well just let them go. Especially with the dementors being out of control. They were supposedly what made Azkaban so impenetrable."
"Look at you with the big words," Pansy smirked.
"You're not the only one who reads on occasion."
"Alright, so I won't bother Luna. Do you think we should do anything for the Tonks ladies?"
"I'd like to help, but I'm not sure..."
"What?"
"I just had an idea."
"Yes. And?"
"She said they'd made a mess of their home. I remember Nym mentioned that they'd destroyed the kitchen in particular. So, what if we helped put things back together? Cleaned up the mess and everything."
"That's not a bad idea, but unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to help. I've got another year until I'm of age, and we don't need to give Fudge or his cronies any ammunition to try to mess with us. After Umbridge, I don't trust them at all."
"Yeah, good point," Harry admitted. "However, we do have a secret weapon."
"Dobby?"
"Dobby."
"Dobby is very good at cleaning up messes," the elf said as he appeared.
"You're an expert at it," Harry agreed with a smile. "You're also very good about taking care of people. Nym and Andi could use the help of someone like you, Dobby."
"Dobby would be pleased to help misses Andi and Tonky."
"Right, but we'll need to wait until the aurors are done and everything."
"Let Dobby handle everything, master Harry. But you must promise to stay safe while Dobby is busy."
Harry didn't mind the elf's suspicious finger that he was waving at him. The little guy took his role as caretaker very seriously, and Harry wasn't going to suggest that he didn't appreciate it.
"Pansy and I can stay in and order a pizza. Just watch the telly and relax."
"No gettings into any troubles while Dobby is gone."
"We wouldn't dream of it," Pansy replied with a grin.
"Miss Pansy is a tricksy one, but Dobby knows she'll only be getting master Harry in trouble."
"So true," Pansy said with a laugh as Harry snorted. "Now the only problem is that we have to make sure they don't put any of that disgusting greasy mess on the pizza."
"We could order all veggie," Harry suggested. "That would probably make it less likely for there to be any stray pepperonis to offend you with their presence, your majesty."
A couple of days later, they were gathered at a small church in Ashford. Due in part to being so far south, it was a rather pleasant day for the end of December. The clouds even parted for a bit of sunshine that afternoon.
Ted's family had lived nearby, and he and Andromeda had moved there when they had married. With most of the Blacks disavowing Andromeda, it had been nice to have some family that supported them. Especially when little Nymmie was born.
Harry met several of them that day, Tonks taking specific pleasure in introducing him to the only grandparents she'd ever really known. Despite the somber occasion, he had a feeling that much of her mischievous nature came from Ted's side of the family, as Mrs. Olivia Tonks even shared the same laugh as her granddaughter.
Andromeda was grateful to Harry for asking Dobby to come help her clean the place up once the aurors were done with their work. Dobby had told him that the great miss Andi had already thanked him, so he said that was all that was needed.
Dobby had obviously enjoyed his time doing some hard work anyway, and Harry had come to understand that it was its own reward for the little guy.
Obviously, there were very few people from the Black side of the family. Sirius was there, of course, and Harry was something like a third cousin, but they did have one other visitor.
Narcissa had come to support her sister.
Harry gulped when he saw her. He couldn't stop himself from glancing over at Pansy, who was staring coldly at her as well.
'This just got more complicated,' he thought.
However, nothing happened before the service began. Narcissa was sitting in the front row, next to her sister. Tonks was on Andromeda's other side, and then came Sirius. Harry recognized only a handful of others. Kingsley Shacklebolt was there, as not only did he work with Tonks, but he had been friends with Ted since Hogwarts.
Pansy led Harry a couple of rows further back, and he noticed unhappily that they were sitting where she had a good view of Narcissa.
'Yeah, definitely more complicated.'
Harry really couldn't blame her for wanting to console her sister, but he really didn't want Pansy to get upset by seeing her either. And he felt more than a little annoyed with his penis too- apparently it wasn't paying attention to the fact that he was very much not interested in sleeping with her again.
He tried to ignore everything and focus on the priest speaking about Ted and his tragic loss. Harry felt a little strange when he realized that the last (and only other) time he had been in such a religious setting was for Pansy's mother's funeral. They really needed to go to a wedding or something someday so that they could have a good experience for once.
Andromeda was putting on a stoic face here in public, but Sirius had confided that she had fallen to pieces after they had gone home from being patched up at St. Mungo's. She and Nym were staying at Grimmauld with him for the time being. Her house just had too many memories.
Harry could relate to the way she had channeled her grief into fury, yelling at Dumbledore and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix. He couldn't bear to imagine how much worse he would be if he lost Pansy. And the Order made a good target too- as far as he could tell, they really hadn't done anything of note to actually combat the threat of the Dark Lord and his minions.
He wished he could have heard whatever Alastor had planned.
Before he knew it, the service was ending and the crowd went outside, following the casket. Sirius and Kinglsey were two of the pallbearers. Other than some of the guests, it was a normal ceremony. That made it very different from the one he'd seen in France. He wondered what his parents' funeral might have been like.
Did they even have one?
There were so many unanswered questions about that Halloween, and the more he thought about it, the more of them Harry came up with.
He assumed that this more recent tragedy would now probably forever taint the Christmas season for the Tonks ladies.
Half an hour later, Pansy was more than ready to face her foe.
She was already winning on the surface anyway. Her own little black dress was much slinkier than what Narcissa was wearing, and as selfish as that thought may have been, she was going to enjoy every advantage she had over the older woman. Not that Pansy was necessarily trying to look sexy at a funeral, but she wasn't going to dress poorly either.
And she looked really good in black. Harry thought so too, but unfortunately, Narcissa didn't look bad either. She might not have been going for sexy either, but she was pretty far from dowdy or frumpy.
All that being said, Harry hadn't done anything other than greet her politely before talking with the other ladies, mostly Tonks. She had obviously needed it, based on her dull hairdo if nothing else. He was even doing a decent job too, as she'd seen a hint of color flash a couple of times.
Seeing her prey finish a brief conversation with Sirius and separate herself, Pansy took the opportunity to start things off rather than waiting for the inevitable.
"Narcissa, how are you doing?"
"Very well, thank you. I didn't know you were familiar with my sister and her family."
"We met a few months ago," Pansy answered. "Obviously, my father wouldn't have been in contact with them. But Sirius introduced us, and Harry is a distant cousin."
"That is true, I suppose. I never got the chance to have much contact with my great aunt Dorea because she married into the Potters. It's a shame really, how even the purely magical families still have such strong divisions. There aren't that many of us, after all."
"Indeed."
"So, how have you and Harry been lately? I've heard about your relationship. Congratulations."
"Thank you," Pansy replied with a tense nod.
"He's been looking over here at us, you know," Narcissa smirked. "Do you think he's worried about whatever we may have to say to each other?"
"Harry is always worried about me. He's very caring. Maybe a little obsessive too."
"Yes, I believe he is a caring person. I would have to assume that he's had more than a few offers to care for him in return. With all the stress he's faced, I must say that he probably deserves it."
"He gets plenty of care, I can promise you that."
"Well you do live with him, so I suppose you are the expert on Harry. Are you sure that you don't need any help, though?"
"As he said to me the other day, I'm all the temptress he can handle," Pansy said with a wicked little grin. "Another woman would just be... extraneous."
"So, you've got him wrapped around your finger, do you?"
"He loves me."
"Does he now?" Narcissa asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Would you like to ask him?"
"Maybe I should."
"Be my guest. I have nothing to worry about."
"You've become a lot more self-assured than I remember," Narcissa replied. "Harry has been good for you, clearly. But I fear I must put an end to this little game. It looks like my sister needs me, and believe it or not, I'm not that interested in a minor verbal scuffle with you. Give Harry my best, will you?"
Narcissa walked off without giving Pansy a chance to get the last word in.
It left her fuming to herself.
"I'll give him my best instead, you bitch," she grumbled to herself. "It's much better than yours ever was, you washed-up hag."
Harry joined her a moment later as she was still muttering to herself.
"Is everything alright?"
"It's fine," Pansy growled.
"I'm sorry if she bothered you. Want to get out of here?"
"Very much so."
"Then it's a good thing I've got two tickets reserved with the Dobby express. Care to join me?"
Harry offered her his arm with a smile.
When they were back home, Pansy decided to let off some steam, practically stomping around the living room and as she tried to keep from growling to herself.
"Harry, how would you feel about a little kidnapping?"
"Um, I'm not sure I should ask, but why?"
"I was thinking about how lonely Narcissa must be. It's hard to find a good man, you know. We could go visit her. You could act like you were there to seduce her while I hid under your cloak. But before she got to any of the fun, I would tie her up, silence her, and make her watch you worship every inch of my body."
"We don't have anything pressing for the rest of the day, so I could use parseltongue on you," Harry suggested with a grin.
"Even better. But afterward, I'd need you to shag me silly and cum inside me."
"Not that I would ever turn that down."
"Of course not. Once we were done though, I would wipe that smug look off that bitch's face. Literally." Harry gave her a questioning glance, so she continued. "We tie her to the bed and I sit on her face and make her lick up every last drop of you as it dribbled out of me. Let's see how condescending she feels while staring up at my arsehole."
"That sounds... really, really hot," Harry grinned. "I think I like the idea of you being all dominant."
"It could be fun for a change," Pansy admitted. "You're always so willing to please though."
"Yeah. Sorry?" Harry chuckled at his strange apology.
"You're forgiven. But Harry, if we do ever have a threesome, then I'm in charge."
"Whatever you say. However, I think right now, you need some stress relief. And I know just the thing."
"Not now, Harry," Pansy turned him down with a sigh. "I'm... the thing is I've been feeling more cranky and crampy, and tomorrow should start... you know, so I just don't feel up for anything like that."
"Oh, right. I guess that today hasn't helped things then. Sorry about that." Harry scratched his head and then had an idea. He lifted Pansy off her feet and carried her over to the couch, where he set her down.
"What are you doing?"
Instead of answering, Harry just removed her shoes and started rubbing her feet, which caused her to let out a happy little groan. "Why did you have to wear high heels to a funeral?"
"I wanted to look my best."
"I mean, you certainly look hot, but it seems like a bit of a waste if you don't want to have any fun happy naked time."
"Believe it or not, I don't always dress to impress you. Not nearly as much as you probably think, actually," Pansy admitted with a snort. Seeing his confused face, she decided to explain. He was being sweet after all, and the balls of her feet were feeling a lot better. "Harry, this is one of those things that women do. Well, most women, anyway. I think Luna wouldn't bother, but we both know how unusual our girl is. Women dress to impress each other. It's like... an ingrained need to compete, to see who looks the best. Remember the Yule Ball?"
"Yeah. You were gorgeous."
"While I of course appreciated your response, part of the reason I wore that outfit was to see all the looks of jealousy from all the other girls there that night. It wasn't just about turning you on."
"Oh. What about turning on the other guys? You know, making them feel like they were missing out. That none of them were as lucky as me because I had such a hot date."
"I guess there was a small amount of that too. It might have been more pronounced for a different girl, but-"
"But?"
"But our relationship is unusual. I doubt most of the other couples there were anywhere near so... so permanent, I guess." She shrugged, closing her eyes for a moment and relishing Harry's hands wringing the tension out of her as she sighed. "You're stuck with me, Harry."
"Good."
"I'm glad you think so too."
"Want me to put something on? We could just relax, you know, watch a movie or something."
"Actually, that's not a bad idea, but why don't we go out? Let's hit the rental place and maybe grab something to bring home for dinner on the way back. I'm feeling like Chinese food."
"Sounds good to me."
New Year's Eve had arrived and Harry was being looked over by his incredibly thorough girlfriend. Not only was his outfit being scrutinized, but she'd even taken to his hair with comb and gel- styling it apparently, although it was hard for him to notice much difference. Pansy just rolled her eyes at him when he said so, calling him blind.
It was still early in the evening, and they were told that dinner would be served a bit later than usual since there would be a small party for the holiday. Pansy was planning for them to arrive an hour beforehand though, so they could talk to Flora and Hestia for awhile about everything that had happened.
Once she'd deemed him passable, Pansy retreated back into the bathroom, checking herself over as well.
"If I asked you for a favor, would you indulge me?" he asked.
"I might. I am in a fairly good mood, so I suppose it depends on how good you make me look tonight."
"I can be nice-looking arm candy."
"I meant more about your behavior, Harry. You and Sirius together can be a handful. Especially if he talks you into partaking in too much champagne."
"Don't be so worried. I can handle Sirius."
"Sure you can," Pansy snorted. "Sometimes I'm not sure which of the two of you is more of a bad influence on the other."
"He's the dangerous escapee from prison, not me."
"Uh huh." She looked over at him full of doubt.
"Alright, if I don't make you look too bad then, will you please wear that dress again later?"
"This old thing?" Pansy did a little twirl, showing herself off completely innocently. It was a very tasty little black dress with an even tastier looking lady wearing it, and she knew exactly how much she was teasing him. "Why ever would you want me to do that, Harry?"
"Don't be mean, you know why. We've got another week before school starts. You can give me a little treat for being such a good boyfriend."
"Fine. We are going over to see Vanessa later this week. I could be persuaded to dress up for that outing."
"How is she doing, anyway?"
"She said she's finally gotten over the morning sickness a couple of weeks ago. Now she's either hungry or horny all the time."
"So her hormones are making her feel like a teenage guy?" Harry chuckled.
"You aren't hungry that often."
"True, which tells you how often I've got sex on the brain."
"Alright, hush now," Pansy said with a smirk. "Let me double check my makeup and we can go."
One of the many, many nice things about having Dobby to look after them was how he could help with portkeys. They had become used to his very smooth elven version of transportation, and with him traveling along with them, Dobby was somehow able to reduce the spinning sensation to something much more bearable. They landed in France without tumbling over onto the floor, which would have been even more embarrassing once they saw the statuesque blonde awaiting them.
"Welcome to Chateau Delacour," Apolline Delacour greeted them with a smile.
"Merci beaucoup," Pansy replied with a curtsy. "Your home looks lovely."
"You're very kind my dear. As for you, monsieur Potter, you should be glad that I didn't allow my daughter to handle the arrivals. Gabrielle has been very enthusiastic ever since she heard you were coming to visit. I fear she's nearly driven poor Hestia and Flora half mad asking about you."
"Oh, um... it will be good to see her again," Harry answered, trying for a diplomatic tone. Judging by the grin on her face, he had failed but Apolline seemed to find it amusing.
"Yes, I'm sure she'll think so too. But for your sake, Pansy my dear, I'll try to keep her from completely monopolizing your beau's time."
"Thank you, madame, but it shouldn't be too hard to share him for one evening," Pansy smirked at Harry. "Besides, I've got a lot of catching up to do with the Carrows, and I'm very much looking forward to seeing Fleur again as well."
Oh yeah. Fleur.
Harry gulped to himself, remembering the last time he had seen her, or at least someone looking like her. Pansy hadn't worn the sexy French maid outfit since then. That was going to be really awkward, and he just knew that Pansy was really going to enjoy seeing him squirm.
"I'm impressed by your lack of accent," Harry said, quickly changing the topic in his own mind.
"I know many languages, Harry," Apolline replied with a smile. "It helps my husband with his work by being an elegant hostess."
"He couldn't have chosen a better wife then."
"Such a charmer, Harry. Come let me show you to our guest wing. Flora and Hestia will be there, and we've prepared a room for you as well as monsieur Black. We wouldn't want any of you to have to travel home so late at night."
They made small talk as Apolline led them through her home. It truly was a remarkably beautiful place, and it reminded Harry of when Fleur had told him that she had no need of the prize money from the tournament. She clearly wasn't joking as her home put even Malfoy Manor to shame. There was so much art everywhere, and even the occasional flower vases looked like they cost more than Harry would spend in a year.
Apolline stopped and knocked at a door. "Girls, your friends have arrived."
Hestia opened it a moment later. "Thank you, madame Delacour."
"Come now, how many times have I told you to call me Apolline," she chided gently. "Regardless, if you wish to speak with Harry, you should do so now before Gabrielle gets her hooks into him."
"We will. Thanks, Apolline."
"Dinner will be in a little less than an hour. We'll see you there. Harry, Pansy, your room is just across the hall."
"Thank you," Harry answered as their hostess nodded and left, closing the door behind her. "How are you two doing?"
"I'm alright," Flora shrugged. "Hes needed a little patching up, but nothing too bad."
"I meant more, you know, about feelings and stuff."
"Why?"
"Unlike my aloof sister," Hestia interjected, "not all of us are able to handle everything so well. I was very relieved to hear that Goyle survived. I had nightmares that first night, thinking that I had killed him."
"I still don't think it would have been a big loss," Flora scoffed.
"No, it was definitely a good thing," Pansy said. "His testimony helped get Harper arrested. I don't imagine trying to send him back to Hogwarts after the holiday break would have been a good idea, and Greg is the one who revealed that he'd already been marked."
"What about the others?" Hestia asked.
"Did I get both Warrington and Pike?" Flora wondered.
"They both died, yes," Harry answered, and he wasn't surprised that Flora merely nodded in response. "Millie was the only girl who died. There were some bruises, cuts and whatnot, but mostly it was just the mental trauma for a lot of them. I'm pretty sure madam Pomfrey must have gone through her entire supply of calming draughts. As for the other guys, Millie took out Crabbe, Montague, and Bletchley."
"That's a damn shame," Flora sighed. "I always liked Millie."
"Me too," Pansy said. Harry noticed her start to tear up, so he tried to press on past that sad reminder.
"I heard that Urquhart is going to transfer to Durmstrang once he's fitted for a prosthetic," Harry added.
"He didn't get arrested?" Flora growled.
"No."
"Harry, where did you hear this?" Pansy asked.
"Oh right, sorry, it was in Sam's letter this morning. I forgot you were still in the shower when I read it. Anyway, apparently what happened is that since he wasn't marked and he hadn't been responsible for any curses that had done any permanent damage, it was going to be a big hassle trying to get him charged with anything."
"That bastard was going to curse my sister in the back!" Hestia yelled.
"I know, and I'm glad I got him," Harry said, trying to soothe her. "But the thing is, other than a sexual assault which was stopped before it happened, he didn't commit any major crimes. I'm not happy about it either, believe me, but I understand. Madam Bones is having enough of a battle to try to get Harper dealt with."
"Because of Fudge?" Hestia asked.
"Partly, yeah. He's still got his head up his own arse about the Dark Lord not being back. Pretty damn stupid that teenagers could have the Dark Mark now though. It's kinda nuts to try to imagine Riddle putting that gross tattoo onto the arms of infants." Harry shook his head. "But it's more than that. Harper is also underage. If not for the fact that he's got the Greengrasses as opponents, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had been released too. Fudge is really just the worst sort of moron. It's horrifying that he was actually elected."
"Any others then?"
"Not really, but I think Goyle told Alastor something really useful. He told me he was working on a plan, and the look on his face when he said it gave me hope that it will be a strike against the Death Eaters."
"Um, Alastor?" Hestia asked.
"He means Mad-Eye Moody," Pansy clarified with a smirk. "Harry's mentor."
"Right, I forgot that was his name. It's kind of funny to think of him and Harry hanging out together though." Flora snorted at her sister's mirth. "What would the two of them do?"
"He could probably give me some pointers on how to escape the clutches of a Veela," Harry suggested.
"You've no idea," Hestia giggled. "Gabrielle really can't stop talking about how her hero is coming just to visit her. If you had been here while the Christmas decorations were still up, Gabrielle would have maneuvered you under the mistletoe. Repeatedly. Watch out, Pansy, the girl is tenacious."
"Well, she can have him for most of the night. I've got friends to catch up with," Pansy winked at Harry's groan. "But I will require him at midnight. We've got a tradition to uphold."
"Lucky you," Hestia sighed.
"Oh, don't be like that. I expect you'll be turning the heads of all the French boys once you start at Beauxbatons. I trust that getting that transfer arranged hasn't been too much of a problem?"
"No, Sirius and Apolline have both been really helpful. Even Fleur too, as she was a favorite of the headmistress. We start in a little over a week. I'm looking forward to it."
"The language charm was an odd feeling, though," Flora interjected. "Apolline cast it so that we could speak and read French. I'm glad that there's a magical shortcut for that sort of thing. Otherwise, we would have had a bigger problem. Although, I suppose we could have tried to go to America."
Dinner was wonderful. Not only the food, as Pansy was definitely a fan, but Apolline had arranged for Gabrielle to sit on Harry's other side and she was talking his ear off. Her mother was clearly amused too, as she was nearby and kept smiling at the two of them.
Fleur was seated across from them and down the table a bit, next to a handsome young man with piercing light blue eyes, who she had apparently started dating a few months prior. He introduced himself as Isaak Mendel, a German wizard who worked as an enchanter. He'd come to the country for schooling at Beauxbatons and stayed because he'd found a job that he loved.
And apparently a woman as well, as Apolline teased.
Pansy really liked her. She was even more fun than her daughters, and it was clear where they got their mischievous side from. Henri, her husband, tried to maintain a much more dignified air, possibly due to his work, but thankfully he was seated at the other end of the table.
Sirius was next to him, and he was failing badly at controlling his gaze. Apolline had a sister, two nieces, and a cousin who were all visiting. Every single one of them blonde bombshells. Pansy was actually impressed that the old dog wasn't openly drooling.
By contrast, Harry was actually behaving himself quite well. The youngest Veela was taking up most of his attention, but Pansy never caught him more than glance at her relatives. And she saw him blush when he looked at Fleur, which reminded her of the fun they'd had over the summer.
She was considering doing it again sometime, just for Harry's reaction if nothing else.
Once the final course was finished, people began to get up and amble down the hall towards a ballroom with tall windows and doors leading out to a balcony with a spectacular view looking out over the water of the Mediterranean. Pansy had grabbed hold of Harry's arm before Gabrielle could, but she walked along side him chatting the entire way.
No need to let the girl get too comfortable, after all.
"'Arry, you must tell me all about zis Defense group you've been leading. 'Estia says you are a very skilled teacher, and even Flora has spoken well of you, at least when I can get 'er to speak much at all. Zat poor girl really needs to lighten up. We are in France. She should leave ze brooding behind for ze dull grey skies of England."
"I think you might have the right idea," Pansy said. "Both of them are now in a much more civilized country. They should both try to leave as many of their worries behind."
"I see why you like 'er, 'arry. Pansy clearly sees ze superiority of my homeland. You simply must consider moving 'ere in ze future."
"I'll think about it," Harry chuckled. "Pansy's prejudiced though because her mother's family is French."
"Zen your taste in women is good too. You should prepare yourself for when I am older, you know. I shall show you ze absolute best time of your life."
"I think my girlfriend might disagree with that."
"Silly 'arry. You are clearly far too much man for any one woman. But it is good zat you have someone to practice with for now. I would be most disappointed if you were not a skilled lover once my turn came."
"Uh..."
"Don't worry, Gabrielle, I'll make sure Harry gets plenty of practice," Pansy said with a smirk. Precocious, outspoken, ridiculously over confident- Gabrielle Delacour was the most amusing possible fan girl. Pansy was having far too good a time listening to her to be bothered by her arrogance.
"You are most kind, Pansy," she replied before turning her gaze back to Harry, who was still blushing. "Now, you must tell me all about zis class. What spells are you teaching? Could you teach me? I 'eard all about your escape from ze Death Eaters. Zat you killed several of zem in your escape, even after being tortured. You must be so brave, 'arry. Like a Prince Charming from all ze fairy tales. Someday, I may just 'ave to wake you with a kiss, mon amour."
"Uh, I think it was the prince's job to do the kissing," Harry tried to argue.
"Well, if you are feeling so forward, I won't say no," Gabrielle replied before puckering up.
Harry was saved by Apolline, who had been watching and who poked a finger into the side of her daughter.
"Maman!"
"Don't be so forward, my angel. Boys like girls with a hint of mystery. And it is never in good taste to so brazenly flirt with another woman's man in front of her. Now, what do you say?"
"Pardon me, Pansy."
"You're forgiven."
"Very good. Now, give me a moment with our guests." Gabrielle pouted, but clearly her mother was used to it. "Do not worry, you will still have plenty of time to speak with Harry later. The night is young."
"If you insist."
The three of them watched her walk off and Pansy couldn't completely contain a giggle as the ten year old exaggerated the sway of her hips.
"And I thought Fleur was a nightmare," Apolline snorted. "I hope she wasn't bothering you, Harry."
"No, um, I don't really mind, madame."
"Besides, he knows that I find her hilarious," Pansy added with a grin. "Harry's had admirers before, but none of them have made me laugh so much at his response. She's young enough that he would feel like a jerk if he turned her down the way he would if she were a few years older."
"Plus, I believe you are not concerned about her as a rival for his affections," Apolline suggested. "Hopefully, she will grow out of this obsession sooner or later. But I must warn you that there is a certain amount of willfulness that runs in our family. I wouldn't be completely surprised if she did try to track Harry down in a few years once she feels like she's old enough."
"As much as I love him, I would assume she'll run into a few boys once she starts at Beauxbatons that will make her forget all about Harry."
"I'm not sure if that would be for the best, actually," Apolline sighed.
"Why not?"
"Gabrielle seems to be developing a bit faster than Fleur. Puberty tends to be very rapid for us, and if Gabrielle hits it in the next year or so, that could be a nightmare. Imagine if a girl at your school had been able to bend all the boys to her whims from the very first day. She might never have a female friend in that case. What's more, Gabrielle is spoiled enough that I can easily imagine her toying with people. Sadly, I don't know if there is much I can do to reel her in now."
"I see." Pansy mused over the idea for a moment. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to keep her wrapped up in her Harry obsession."
"Are you speaking of Gabrielle?" They turned to see Fleur who had come over with her date on her arm. "She 'as been very excited for your arrival, 'arry."
"Yeah, um, so I've been told."
"May I introduce Isaak to you both? Zis is ze famous 'arry Potter and his girlfriend Pansy."
"My pleasure," Isaak said, kissing the back of Pansy's hand before shaking with Harry. "Fleur has told me all about the tournament you were both in last year."
"It was a very eventful year," Pansy replied. "How have you been, Fleur?"
"Very well, zank you. I've 'eard of your most recent stresses at school from ze Carrows. I 'ope your summer at least gave you a chance to relax."
Pansy didn't miss how her eyes briefly darted over to Harry, nor how he quickly looked away.
"Indeed. Isaak, may I borrow your lovely date for awhile? We have some catching up to do."
"Of course."
"And Harry," Pansy said before she strode out onto the balcony. "Don't leave Gabrielle too long. You still have so much to tell her about your study group."
She saw him narrow his eyes at her before she turned away. It wouldn't be as funny if she weren't there to watch, but she could still laugh about it later.
"I am not so sure it's wise to encourage my sister," Fleur said in a low voice before they escaped the crowd.
"Harry's fought off more dangerous foes. I'm sure she won't be able to take too much advantage of him."
"Let's 'ope not," Fleur snorted. "I love my sister, but she can be 'ard to deal with at times."
"I like her. But I doubt that's what you really want to talk about."
"No. Did you take ze polyjuice?"
"I did."
"Zen you must tell me everything! Did 'arry react well? I trust you 'ad plenty of fun," Fleur grinned.
"It was... enlightening," Pansy began. "I'm still a bit envious of your breasts, but over all, I think it helped my self-esteem in the long run. I've been very jealous of your type in the past. Two years ago, Harry and I were at a New Year's Eve party and there were all these pretty blondes there that danced with him. And every single one of them was taller than me! Even my best friend Luna is now becoming a leggy blonde. She's got three inches on me. But Harry..."
Pansy sighed while Fleur looked on, smiling.
"You are very clearly a woman deeply in love."
"I am. Harry has been so good to me, and it has helped me get over my past insecurities. For example, I can now see you as a friend even though you look like a supermodel."
"You 'ave no idea 'ow much I appreciate zat," Fleur laughed. "Veela are usually starved for female friends. Zat is one of ze reasons we tend to stick together socially. But back on topic now. Did you and 'arry 'ave any fun? Or should I say, did 'arry and I?"
"Yes," Pansy replied with a smirk.
"I knew it," Fleur chuckled. "Poor 'arry has been unable to look me in ze eye all night. I take it we 'ad a night to remember zen?"
"We did, and it taught me a couple of interesting lessons too."
"Do tell."
"First of all, it seems that Harry has some interesting ideas. He finds kissing to be more intimate, in a way, than actual sex. He was very reluctant to kiss me while I looked like you."
"Zat is unusual, but I guess I can see ze point."
"Yeah, he said it was even stranger because he could see some of my expressions shining through even while they were on your face."
"Zat would be strange," Fleur agreed. "But what else happened?"
"Well..." Pansy looked around to make sure no one could overhear them. Thankfully, the only other people on the balcony were at the far end. "The thing is, sometimes I like for Harry to be very dominant. To let out a more primal side, if you know what I mean."
"I can imagine," Fleur said and Pansy saw that she was slightly flushed. "Please go on."
"Yes, so, the other thing is that Harry isn't always in the right frame of mind for that sort of thing. I guess he adores me too much, actually. Sometimes, I just want him to bend me over and spank me. And I'm not worrying about how hard he'll do it."
"But 'arry is," Fleur nodded. "Because 'e loves you, 'e does not want to see you in pain."
"And a little pain can be fun sometimes," Pansy said. "So, I- or that is, you- might have said some very filthy things to get him stirred up."
Fleur laughed out loud at that, and a few heads turned to look at the two of them. "No wonder 'e won't look me in ze eye."
"Yeah, he probably feels like he took advantage of you or something. Harry's like that. But I told him I had your permission."
"Everyone 'as different views on sexuality," Fleur shrugged. "I wouldn't 'ave said yes to ze request if it came from most other people."
"Well, since we're speaking of our sex lives, how is yours doing?"
"Isaak and I 'ave not yet gone zat far. Ze foolish man is trying to be too much of a gentleman," Fleur scoffed. "I am strongly considering tying him to ze bed one of zese days."
"That's something I've never tried. I wonder what type of ropes to use."
"Silk would be best," Fleur suggested.
"That's what I was thinking too. Now I just have to figure out how to get Harry to think of it on his own."
"You don't want to capture 'im and do as you please with 'im?"
"I prefer for him to take charge," Pansy answered. "I don't know if I would be as submissive with someone else, but Harry is so incredibly good to me pretty much all the time that I know I can trust him when it comes time to play in bed."
"Zat makes me wonder about something. When did you two really get together? I could tell zat night at ze Yule Ball wasn't ze first time. No one would be like zat on a first date."
"No, we'd been together for a year and a half by then."
"Why ze deception?"
"Mostly paranoia, and most of it on my part, actually. Harry had wanted to reveal things sooner. But at first, we did have enemies, and it would have been dangerous for us when my father was still alive. However, I am glad how it all worked out. That night was magical in part because of all the jealous looks I got from the other girls that wished they were in my place."
"Zat is understandable."
"Oh, before I forget, I've been meaning to ask you something. How do I go about getting a Beauxbatons uniform?"
"I take it zat 'arry enjoys when you play dress up?"
"He does, and that makes me enjoy how he reacts. He is very willing to please."
"Zat is good. Gabrielle would be disappointed if 'er first time was less zan spectacular," Fleur teased.
"Pardon me, my dear, but I really must borrow my godson for a few moments."
Harry felt like hugging the old man for saving him from Gabrielle. Not that he disliked her, but he couldn't find any way to dissuade her from her blindingly obvious crush. She was too young and too cute for him to just be a jerk to her.
But if she asked him any more about his bravery, he was tempted to tell her exactly how awful things had been when the fighting was over in the Slytherin common room. Only if Pansy wasn't around though- he didn't want to make her start mourning Millie all over again.
"If you insist, monsieur Black. But do not keep my 'arry for too long."
"Of course not," Sirius grinned as she nodded before he dragged Harry out onto the balcony. He could see Pansy and Fleur at the other end, and they waved at him before going back inside.
"Thanks Sirius."
"Don't thank me yet. I did agree to return you to your admirer."
"Yeah, laugh it up. I've seen you staring at her cousins. And sister. And mum."
"I'm not blind Harry. Of course I've been staring at them," Sirius scoffed. "Beautiful women expect to be stared at. And speaking of beautiful women, I wanted to ask you about one."
"I really never thought I would be having to give you advice about this sort of thing. Then again, I am the one who is currently in a very successful relationship."
"If you're going to get a big head, I'll just drag you back to the pint sized blonde."
"Fine, I'll be-" Harry stopped himself from saying serious. "What can I help you with?"
Sirius pouted when he realized Harry had blocked him from another bad pun. His godson wasn't nearly fun enough sometimes. "What can you tell me about Kathryn Nott?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Just humor me for a moment."
"Okay. Well, let me see. I don't really know all that much. She was the head girl when I was a second year. She's obviously pretty smart and talented. Very good looking too, which I'm sure caught your eye if you're bringing her up. From what I know, she wasn't too close with her father because she wasn't broken up over his death. Not much else I can really say," Harry shrugged. "I've only met her a couple of times, and the last time we spoke was a year ago."
"I notice you didn't mention her brother," Sirius said.
"I haven't seen him in a long time," Harry said, trying to keep his poker face blank. "I heard he had some sort of accident and that's why he wasn't at Hogwarts this term."
"Uh huh, and that's all you heard?" Sirius asked. He waved it off when Harry didn't give anything else away. "Right, well the reason I mention her is that I've struck up an acquaintance with her recently."
"Acquaintance huh?"
"Don't give me that tone, Harry. I can speak to women without immediately trying to get them in the sack."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Yes you will. Anyway, the point is, she and her mum have approached me about an arrangement."
"Arrangement?"
"As in marriage."
"And you're actually considering it?" Harry gawked. "Have you been dosed with a love potion?"
"No, please, I'm not that careless," Sirius scoffed. "I told you that happened once when I was a teen, and I've made sure it's never happened since."
"Oh right, what was her name? Bertha?"
"Edna actually, but that's not the point."
"Why then? I wouldn't think you'd be interested in getting tied down now. Or ever, really."
"I guess I'm finally growing up," Sirius sighed. Harry just raised an eyebrow and waited for him to go on. "Now that I've been free for awhile, I realize that the idea of just going out and trying to pick up girls forever loses its charm eventually. I'm not getting any younger, you know? One of these days, I might actually want a family, and I'll be damned if you end up having kids before I do. Lily would never forgive me."
"Pansy and I aren't in that big of a hurry."
"I know, and part of this is all your fault, you inconsiderate git. The fact that you've already settled on your girl makes me feel like I have some catching up to do. It reminds me of your dad too, and he would be laughing at me if you beat me to the altar."
"Okay, but why her? And the whole arranged thing really doesn't seem like-"
"Like something I'd do? Yeah, maybe not, but it was something I was brought up to believe in. I rebelled against my family in a lot of ways, but it's still something that isn't as alien to me as it might be to someone like you. As for the Notts, I can see their point. Her mum is pushing for it, and Kathryn is a very beautiful young woman. Between the dead Death Eater father and the heir who lost his memory, the family could use some more support."
"The type of support they could get from aligning with another old family," Harry finished. "I'm surprised they would choose our side though, what with everything that's going on."
"I've heard plenty of rumors of how some of those types of families have been in the past. Kathryn could do a whole lot worse if they were aligned with some of the brutes that hide behind those masks. Hell, you should have seen plenty of what I'm talking about very recently."
"True, I would think most women would probably choose you over a Death Eater. I guess you can take that as a compliment. I'm still surprised that you're thinking about it."
"I did say that Kathryn is a beautiful young woman, Harry. Plus," Sirius leaned in close to whisper, "she's still a virgin. I haven't had sex with a virgin since the Seventies."
"Okay, now that sounds like something you'd say," Harry snorted.
"Yes, but there's also a ritual that you can do with a virgin-" Sirius cut himself off. "Did you and Pansy?"
"Yeah, and it probably helped me out a lot. I finally got the Patronus charm down after we'd done it."
"Exactly. We're in a war, Harry. If Kathryn and I were to arrange things, and we did that, it could help me out the next time I get into a battle too. With what happened with Ted recently, I know that it's going to be sooner rather than later. Once the blood starts spilling, things will only get worse. And I don't trust many people on our side- or the aurors, for that matter- to be able to stand up to the Death Eaters."
"I've been thinking about that too. I was pretty damn shocked that things broke out at school. And Pansy's taken her friend's death really hard. I just hope there aren't any more damn Death Eaters left at Hogwarts."
"Me too, Harry. I've said all along that teenagers shouldn't be having to fight this damn war," Sirius grumbled. "I'm worried about Flora, how she's handling everything. She killed two people, and it hasn't seemed like it even fazed her. She just turned fifteen for fuck's sake!"
"I killed when I was even younger than that," Harry pointed out.
"I know, and I would think that you've realized by now that I've been worried about you too. I'd go kill every one of them to keep you from having to do it. I owe it to your mum and dad, if nothing else. But I also know how you are, and that you're better off prepared for the next time someone tries to do you in. Merlin knows it's happened too many times already."
"You can say that again," Harry muttered. "So, are you going to say yes to Kathryn Nott then?"
"I think so. Do you think I should?"
"If it will make you happy, yeah. I hope you like her for more than her looks though. Marriage can last a long time, you know."
"Yeah, it can," Sirius nodded. "That's why I've been getting to know her. I think we might be able to make it work. Sure, maybe she's hiding that she's actually an awful bitch, but that could be true of a lot of women. At least she's hot."
"Fair enough," Harry snorted. "You have my blessing then."
"Shut up, Harry."
"I really do wish you well, you know."
"Yeah, thanks." Sirius sighed and looked up at the stars. He turned back to Harry a moment later with a scowl. "Wait a minute. You said that the ritual helped you with your Patronus."
"Yeah. So?"
"That means you lost your virginity at thirteen."
"Yep."
"I hate you, Harry."
"I know."
"Oh look!" Sirius physically turned Harry around and pointed at Gabrielle, who was clearly waiting to have his attention again. "I simply mustn't keep you away from such a pretty young girl any longer. To make her wait for her beau even one second longer would just be rude."
"I hate you too, Sirius."
Pansy saw Harry's put upon face and decided to take pity on him. Midnight was only fifteen minutes away and she'd had plenty of time to spend with the Carrows, as well as a hilarious conversation with Sirius. He seemed both annoyed and amazed that she'd been sleeping with Harry for more than two years. Pansy smiled triumphantly when he called her a scarlet woman for taking Harry's innocence.
She grabbed a couple of glasses of champagne and headed for her overwhelmed boyfriend.
"Excuse me, Gabrielle, but I really must spend some time with Harry tonight." He mouthed thank you to her over Gabrielle's shoulder and Pansy had to force herself not to grin. "I hope he has been good company, though."
"Oh yes, of course. Dear 'arry has been very gallant. Ze night has been so much more exciting with 'im by my side."
"I'm glad my boyfriend has been such pleasant company for you, but I really must take him back now."
"If you insist," Gabrielle sighed melodramatically. She tugged his arm hard enough to yank his head down so she could kiss him on the cheek. "Till next we meet, my dear 'arry."
Pansy bit the inside of her cheek as the little Veela walked off. She noticed her grab a flute of champagne and take a swig of it before her mother chastised her and took it away. Pansy lost control of her giggles at that point.
"I'm glad you're so amused," Harry snorted.
"Oh come on, she is hilarious. It's too bad she doesn't go to Hogwarts. With that much confidence, she'd definitely be in Gryffindor. And zen she could follow 'er dear 'arry around all day."
"No, that would get really old. And you shouldn't make fun of her accent."
"Why not, monsieur Potter? Do you zink ze accent is sexy?"
"If you're going to play with fire, I will burn you tonight, my love."
"Fine, Harry. We can play that game another time."
"Thank you," he exhaled. "I take it you've had a good night?"
"Yes."
"Did Sirius tell you his news?"
"No. What news?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Why not now?"
"Because for once I know some fun gossip that I can hold over your head, and I'm going to savor this moment." She pouted at him so Harry stuck his tongue out at her.
"Is that an invitation?" she purred.
"Always," he grinned in return. "Besides, I'm sure you've had plenty of amusement at my expense tonight."
"I suppose," Pansy drawled out. "Would you like to hear about my conversation with Fleur?"
"Probably not," he said with a frown.
"You're right, Harry. I might tell you anyway."
"I know," he sighed. "Shall we make a toast?"
"A toast?"
Harry raised his glass. "To many more years of you teasing me mercilessly."
"I'll drink to that," she grinned.
"And to many more years of me taking it out on you in the bedroom."
"I'll definitely drink to that, too. Just give me two more nights, and I'll be ready for whatever."
"Tuesday night? Is that when we're going to see Steven and Vanessa?"
"Uh huh."
"And you'll wear this dress again?"
"Since you've made tonight so much fun, yes, I will."
"And you won't complain when I keep you up all night long making up for lost time?"
"Only because I love you, Harry."
"It's almost time!" Apolline announced as she strode out onto the balcony. She was on her husband's arm and Henri Delacour was holding out his watch. "Everyone get ready."
Harry looked at Pansy and smiled before he turned to set both of their glasses down on the nearby rail. He wrapped his arms around her waist while hers went up around his neck. She was looking at him with a grin, and all the worries and stress waiting for them back in England fell away, completely unimportant.
The countdown began, and they joined in with the other voices as they smiled and slowly moved closer together. Another kiss to bring in another new year, with hopefully many, many more to come.