Pansy preened and gave Draco her best smile. 'I am, aren't I? And if I thought you could settle for just one and that one a long time from now, I might take you up on it. We would have a beautiful child, you know, with our bloodlines. And then we could share all the pretty lovers and have wild, decadent parties that everyone would talk about for ages,' she told him.
She giggled. 'All our decisions are being made by a Puff? Well, no wonder we have girls off thinking they'll wait for Prince Charming and live happily ever after!' she cried, waving her hand around. She looked slyly at Draco. 'You know, you should have that job,' she told him. 'I bet you'd make a fabulous minister!'
Laughing at his teasing, Pansy squeezed his arm. 'So Greg Goyle looks good?' she said. 'And he's been hiding out? Whatever for? We're his friends!' she said stoutly. 'And we're very good at being friends!' she added. 'So what's he doing now?'
'Well, he was pretty!' she said, defending her stance. 'In a lovely chiseled way. Reddish hair, and no, he wasn't a Weasley. I did ask that first,' she laughed. 'Honestly, I'm not completely without sense. And he knew me by name,' she added.
Sighing, she looked doubtful. 'If you say so. I'll just trust that you know what you're talking about. You always have before.'
She had to laugh at the idea of Daphne as a lady. 'I should remind my mother that things could always be worse,' she decided.
The news that Blaise had missed his birthday was disquieting. 'But Blaise wouldn't skip his birthday,' she said. 'And the Belgian authority? That sounds serious,' she murmured, worried.