RP: Worried Location: Malfoy Manor Date: 9 January 2000
Draco closed the ledger on his desk and stretched before checking the time on his pocket watch. He'd looked over their finances and assured himself that there would be plenty of funds available for any specialists he and Pansy might need to consult. From the way Healer Pilliwickle had been talking, he suspected they would need a great many of those.
Sighing, he put out the lights and made his way upstairs in the dark. He stopped at his mother's rooms first, listening outside her door. He could hear her voice in a low murmur and he caught his father's name in her words. Quietly, he stepped away without knocking. He didn't want to disturb her while she was talking to the portrait.
He hesitated in the outer room of the suite he shared with Pansy. Hands locked on the back of a chair, he hung his head while he gathered himself to go in. The sad look in Pansy's eyes was more painful to him than he wanted to admit to her. He didn't blame her for the loss of their babies, but he knew she felt she'd been a failure to him. He didn't think that, never would, but they were in a tough situation and they were both hurting. Emotions were uncontrollable and irrational at times like this.
Feeling a bit steadier, he straightened up and went into the bedroom.