‘Hey!’ Pansy protested with a guilty smile. ‘Just remember that I am perfect. What’s the point in false modesty?’ she teased. She was nearly perfect.
Ron’s response was wonderfully dramatic, and she couldn’t have done better herself. Pansy applauded in delight, and Polly turned her head at the noise. Encouraged by the clapping, she banged her fists against Harry’s chest and squealed.
Laughing, Pansy said, ‘Oh, now you’ve gone and caught on to our scathingly brilliant plan,’ she complained. ‘We have nefarious intentions on making you a darling of high society. We’ve gotten tired of each other, you see, and decided that you would bring sparks back to social gatherings,’ she teased.
Pansy looked at Harry, horrified. ‘Mud????’ she squeaked. ‘No, no, no!’ she told them shaking a finger in Harry’s direction. ‘Because knowing Polly, she will love it, and then I’ll be forever having to clean her up!’ Pansy shuddered. ‘And I’m sure she’ll try to eat it, too, and that’s just disgusting!’ She held up a hand. ‘I know, I know, it’s nothing more than wet dirt, but….ewww!’
Ron threatened to send her daughter back covered in mud. Appalled, Pansy gasped, ‘You wouldn’t….’ She looked at Harry. ‘Don’t you dare!’ she told him.
Harry warned Ron about her penchant for buying clothes for people she considered friends. ‘Who me?’ Pansy protested, the picture of innocence. She looked at Ron and shook her head, as if to say she had no idea to what Harry was referring.
But now that he mentioned it, a nice deep green, she thought. Or a midnight blue. Oh, she hadn’t gotten to buy clothes for anyone with red hair before. How fun! She gave them both a brilliant smile.
‘Did he pick them out for you, or did he drag you shopping?’ she asked curiously. Draco loved to drag Harry shopping, mostly because he knew Harry loathed it, she thought.
‘Oh?’ she commented, her lips curving into a huge, told-you-so smile. ‘See?’ she looked at Harry, her eyes sparkling. Waving her fingers at him as if she were hypnotizing him, she said, ‘Come into the love of clothes. Clothes love you. They want you to love them….’
She was having a blast. If someone had told her earlier that day that she would be sitting in her drawing room having a good time with Ron Weasley, she’d have told them they were crazy, but she was having fun.
But she still didn’t think she was going to like Hermione Granger. The girl had to have some admirable qualities because she had stood by Harry for years and years, but that was surely going to be the only thing Pansy was going to appreciate about her….
Polly was back to chewing on Harry’s jumper, and a right slobbery mess she was making of it, too. She seemed to be drooling more then she used to do, and Pansy wondered if she was about to get her first tooth. The books said that should be soon. They also recommended some special toys for that. She’d have to visit the baby store soon….
Ron didn’t seem too happy about sharing what he’d asked Pansy to help him with, but Pansy, on the other hand, was pleased as punch. She turned a beatific smile on Harry. ‘And you are NOT to discourage him!’ she told him.