“Draco and I are getting married.”
Pansy stopped with her beer halfway to her mouth, staring over at Astoria. “Tell me that you aren't this stupid. Please.”
“Pansy,” Astoria sighed, sitting down on the sofa next to her friend. “I was hoping you would be happy for us.”
Pansy laughed and took a long sip from the bottle. “How exactly am I supposed to be happy for you when I know that you're just going to get hurt? Again, I might add.”
Astoria slumped down and leaned her head back, staring up at the ceiling. “I'm in love with him.”
“Love doesn't solve everything,” Pansy said, leaning back and looking over at her. “Love isn't going to fix the problems that you two have.”
“No, it's not,” Astoria said. “But it's a reason to try.”
“You deserve better than this.”
“Maybe,” Astoria said, shrugging. “Maybe I'll look back on all of this in twenty years and wish I'd listened to you. But I don't want to lose him, Pansy. I want him around for the rest of my life.”
Pansy downed the rest of her beer and reached out to set the empty bottle on the coffee table. "Two months ago, I would have been thrilled for you. I would have invited the two of you over for dinner, made fun of you when you acted like sappy, lovey-dovey idiots, and started planning your bachelorette party. Now I'm not sure if I can be in the same room as Draco without punching him."
“There is absolutely no reason for you to punch him,” Astoria said quickly. “So get that thought out of your head right now.”
Pansy shook her head in disbelief and stood up, making her way towards the kitchen to grab another beer. "No reason to punch him? Can I remind you of the two weeks you spent sleeping in my guest room, more heartbroken than I had ever seen you because you found out about this guy he fucks around with?"
“I've come to terms with his relationship with Harry,” Astoria called out, glancing in the kitchen's direction. “I wish you would let it go.”
Pansy walked back into the room, two bottles in her hands. “You have not come to terms with their relationship, and therefore I cannot let it go.”
Astoria sighed and took the offered bottle as Pansy sat down next to her. “He gets something from Harry that I cannot give him, and it's something he needs. Who am I to deny him that?”
“His fiancée,” Pansy pointed out, taking a long sip from her bottle. “You have every right to make him choose between you and Harry.”
Astoria drained half of her drink and shifted, leaning against Pansy's side. “He'd choose Harry.”
“Then how can you possibly think that marrying him is a good idea?” Pansy exclaimed. “That's proof that this is an absolutely horrific idea!”
“Pansy,” Astoria started, but Pansy cut her off.
“It's Harry this time. What are you going to do when it's someone else next time?”
Astoria sighed and polished off her beer, dropping her head onto Pansy's shoulder. “There's not going to be a next time.”
“How can you be sure of that?” Pansy asked softly. “There never should have been a first time.”
“I...” Astoria stuttered and Pansy wrapped her arm around her shoulders. “I don't know.”
Pansy sighed and pulled Astoria closer. “I don't want you to get hurt again. I don't think you're over being hurt the last time.”
“I am,” Astoria protested weakly.
“You are not,” Pansy said firmly. “You think I can't tell? I know you better than that.”
Astoria laughed a little. “You know me better than anyone, I think.”
Pansy turned and pressed a kiss to the side of Astoria's head, her eyes slipping closed briefly. “I think you are an idiot. But whenever it is you realize that this is a mistake, whether it be twenty days or twenty years, I'll be here.”
Astoria nodded against her. “I don't want it to be a mistake, Pansy.”
“Then I hope for your sake that it's not,” Pansy said softly. “But I'm not getting those hopes up too much.”