The twins were heading off for their first year at Hogwarts, and it was a bittersweet day for Pansy and Oliver.
Christmas was always a big holiday for them all, but one Christmas was, in Oliver’s opinion, even more fantastic than all of the others.
They had decided that they wanted more children, but they weren’t going to force it. What happened, happened, and they would let everything occur on its own time.
They found out about the next baby accidentally. Pansy had fallen after Logan had been playing with bubbles and spilled them on the floor, hurting her back so badly that it was hard for her to do anything. Oliver tried to convince Pansy to go to St. Mungo’s, but she wouldn’t budge. Finally, he had to ask Astoria, whom had recently become a healer, to come over and perform tests on Pansy while she was lying on her bed, unable to move in protest.
It was impossible for her twentieth birthday to be any better than it was. It was the best news she could’ve ever heard: She was pregnant. And, to make it better, she was just over a month pregnant and further along than she had gotten with her first baby.
It was a relatively small wedding, with only close family and friends there. Pansy, much to Oliver’s surprise, wanted it to be special and intimate, and not something where they invited everyone they had ever met. Some of Pansy’s family was there, the aunts and uncles and cousins that she had left, Draco and his family whom she had practically grown up with, and the girls that she worked with, and Oliver’s family and his Quidditch team were there.
With Quidditch season over for the next couple of months, Oliver figured there was no better way to celebrate than to take Pansy on a vacation. He managed to get her out of work for a week, and packed all of her bags for her and had taken them to the vacation house so that when she came home from work one evening, they were ready to go. She had no idea about any of the plans, which was exactly how he wanted it. She was beyond happy, and couldn’t believe that he would do something like this for her.
Pansy was doing better than she ever was. She was living with Oliver, and he took a break from Quidditch, though she felt horrible about it, to be with her constantly and to help her stop drinking. She was happier than she could ever remember being. She’d gotten a job as a bridal consultant at a high end bridal shop, and was able to spend the rest of her time with Oliver, as long as he wasn’t busy with Quidditch.
She miscarried a week after the battle.
She had been avoiding Oliver, hadn’t even gone to his flat to collect any of her things. She was convinced that he hated her for what she had done, and she never was able to tell him that she was pregnant before then.
Nobody asked her why she did it. Why she had tried to give Harry to Voldemort.
Age seventeen, seventh year:
They weren’t dating. Well, not really, anyways. They weren’t official, though everyone thought they were with the way they acted together. They lived together, and they gave each other small kisses whenever they felt it was appropriate.
Age seventeen, sixth year:
They broke up later in the year, but remained friends and often times remained intimate while still in school.
Age seventeen, sixth year:
That entire week, he held her. He took off from Quidditch practices for her, staying with her day in and day out. Not that he minded it in the least; he would do anything he could for her. The only day that wasn’t spent holding her, was the day of her mother’s funeral, when Draco was home for the day for her. But that night was the same as the other nights, and he hugged her and held on to her all night, kissing the top of her head or her forehead whenever he felt she needed it.