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“There snug as a bug in a rug. Ok, what story would you like tonight?” Pansy asked, she finished tucking Ollie into his bed with his stuffed baby mandrake toy.
“I want Daddy’s stories.” Ollie said, Pansy frowned as she did not like this recent trend of not reading stories with Ollie at bedtime.
“What’s wrong with my stories?” she asked.
“Daddy’s are better. He makes funny faces and has the best voices.” Ollie informed her, Pansy felt the sting of harsh criticism via a 4 year old. She had forgotten how brutal kids could be, before she could comment her husband appeared in the doorway of their son’s room. “Daddy!” Ollie squealed happily.
“Hey kiddo.” Neville said, Pansy stood up and wore a wry smile.
“I see how it is.” Pansy said mockingly as she was no longer the favourite parent. Neville caught her around the waist as he came into the room to take her place on Ollie’s bed.
“I’ll soothe your ego later.” Neville promised in a low voice.
“You better.” Pansy said as they shared a quick kiss. She returned to her son and gave a kiss goodnight. She moved to the open doorway and watched as Neville sat on the bed net to their son and wrapped an arm around Ollie’s tiny shoulders.
“I want the story of the Gryffindor Prince fighting for the Slytherin Princess.” Ollie demanded excitedly. Neville and Pansy shared a smile as they both loved the story as well.
“It was a long time ago.” Neville started, he told the story of how he and Pansy met.
Not their first meeting in Hogwarts, no when they met years after. When Pansy had time to outgrow her upbringing and become the better person she was today. Neville had time to grow into the strong and quietly confident man he was. They found each other and fell in love.
Of course, Neville embellished the story and made it more fanciful but the underlying true story was there. The story always ended with them living happily ever after with their baby Prince.