Draco laughed at Theo's dramatic reactions to the thought of asking Pansy to move. Maybe things hadn't really changed all that much.
"A clinic. That's clever. Better than moving Pansy put of her cushy manor at least. And don't worry about the money, my father will give it to us. He's he'll bent on 'restoring the family name', and this is a way to get goodwill without actually doing anything he objects too. He'll have no choice but to say yes. And if he does, well, I have enough gold in my own name to buy us whatever we want."
After all, he was the sole living heir of two of the oldest Wizarding houses, and more an a few of the minor, inconsequential ones as well. He had more inheritances from unknown maiden aunts and bachelor uncles that he barely needed his father's money at all. He smiled sardonically, though Theo wouldn't know the real reason why. Only living heir. That had meant so much before. That had meant everything before. Now it seemed less than nothing.