It was so unfair. She laid her head on his shoulder. "I wish it was. Just us. The two of us able to be together without worrying about this person, or that person, or wands, or Ministries, or anything." She'd crawl in his pocket and fall asleep there, where she'd feel safe again. She'd not felt safe in such a long time.
"I remember. I wasn't allowed to wear pink for an entire month as punishment." Her mother always did know how to hit her where it hurt. Pink had been her favorite color up until Draco was injured in 6th year. The wound Potter gave him when freshly closed had been the precise color of pink she'd always preferred. She hasn't worn it since, but at five years old, she'd been so mad for the color she'd always looked like a little pink flower. "You were in far more danger from the peafowl than I. With your white blond hair resembling their white feathers, it's a miracle you weren't constantly being snatched back to the roost." Pansy sighed. "I wish it were that simple now. I'd trusted you to keep me safe while we slept. I could use that now. I don't remember the last full night of sleep I had." Even exhausted from scrubbing, she'd rarely been able to sleep the night through.