'I'm sorry to hear that,' he said softly, reaching out and running his fingers through Pansy's hair. 'And...I really don't know what to say about Ella, other than I'm glad she has you around.'
He smirked when she hugged him, feeling completely and utterly ridiculously girly, but it didn't matter. He still could not wipe the grin off his face. 'Oh God, I don't know what to tell. I don't know if there is something to tell, it's all so...normal,' he said shaking his head, settling into the sofa, and pulling Pansy with him to lean on him. 'I didn't think I'd settle into this so quickly, but I just have, I guess. Though he works too much, not that I didn't know that he did before.' Shaking his head at the strangeness to sit here, and talk about a relationship...it was all very odd.
'You haven't told Harry, have you?' he asked, though biting his lip. 'Of course you haven't, I asked you not to. And of course you like him, I do and I won't have cuddle rights with you if you two don't like each other so I demand that you do,' he said, actually rather sure that Percy wouldn't be too fond of cuddle rights either way. With Pansy, however, he'd just have to get used to the idea that they touched. And if he didn't he could always ask Pansy to touch Percy instead and he'd agree to anything.
He smirked. 'He sent you some books,' he said, thinking it was a perfect way to come to the kitten. 'Tell your elf to go and get the basket behind the door,' he said, too comfortable to want to get up to get it himself. Sometimes it was more evident than not that he'd been partially raised in the pureblood club.