Pansy thought Draco had had a rather good idea, actually, except if she and Harry were living at Malfoy Manor, they couldn't be together so maybe it wasn't such a good idea, after all. She knew Draco wouldn't mind her having an affair with Harry, but she was way past that stage, and he wasn't going to like it when he figured it out.
And she wanted to be a 'Mummy' and not a 'Mother.' The latter was far too stuffy to describe her, she thought.
She gave Antonin and then Morag a very odd look when he mentioned hunting werewolves. What an odd thing to joke about! And who would think that werewolf fur would be something desirable. Then again, the girl was Scottish so one never knew. But surely....
And why would she set other people on fire? She did remember her magic had been unreliable when she was pregnant, but mostly it had just sort of fizzled. Then again, given her mood swings at that time, that was probably for the best. At least for Gilderoy's sake.
Shaking herself from that line of thought, she did think it rather nice that Antonin was so considerate about the loss of Draco's father. The man had always intimidated her, mostly because she got the distinct impression he didn't think she was good enough for his son, but she'd done her best to play up to him, anyway, until he and Draco had their falling out.
And she had sympathized with Draco over that, given her own parents' mistakes.