Cormac bounded up the stairs, whistling; he was happy; it had been a productive day at the Ministry. Entering the door to Pansy's suite of rooms, Cormac smiled as he saw Pansy and what she was holding in her hands. "I certainly hope that's destined for me and not merely a part of your outfit you haven't donned yet." He took her in his arms and kissed her full on the mouth, his hands reached down to cup her bottom and he pulled her tight against him.

"Oh," she gasped, chuckling at his enthusiasm. "As it happens, this isfor you, she said, running the silken fabric along the back of his neck. "Want to play?"

"More than anything."

She sat him on the chaise and secured the scarf around his eyes, patting his jacket to make sure he had his wand. Leaning over and whispering in his ear, she rested her hands on his shoulders. "You know, I should be very cross with you." She dropped a kiss on the shell of his ear. "Withholding information like you have been."

"Ah. The birthday?"

"Mmm. You know you'll have to be punished, don't you? I can't just let something like that pass," she said, her voice serious, but her expression one of sheer delight.

"No, we certainly can't have that. Yes, I agree, you'll definitely have to punish me," he said, blindly reaching out for her.

She chuckled and sat on his lap, putting one arm around his neck and holding her wand with the other. "Are you ready, then?" she asked, concentrating very hard on the lounge room of the place to which they were traveling.

Cormac wrapped his arm around Pansy's back. "I'm always ready for you."

"Hold on then," she instructed, and at once the uncomfortable squeezing sensation overtook both of them, but was over in the blink of an eye, and the were sitting on the sofa in the middle of a tastefully furnished room. Pansy looked around to make sure everything was set and nodded at Beren, who bowed himself out of the room. Satisfied and smiling, she kissed him once more, then stood and untied his blindfold, saying "Happy Birthday, darling."

The vista from the window was one of lush, green rolling hills and vineyards, with the odd stone villa dotting the landscape. Pansy watched him rise and walk over to the window, the sunset washing his face in oranges and reds. She took the key to the villa out of her pocket and held it behind her back, waiting for his response.

Cormac opened his eyes and his expression of surprise turned to one of delight, a smile stretching across his face. "Is this to be our celebration spot then, doll? We did have a great time here, didn't we?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows. {waggling? It makes him sound like a dog} He looked out the windows and his smile grew even larger. "It's absolutely beautiful this time of year, isn't it?"

"It was pretty in January, too, just in a different way," she replied, moving to stand beside him. "And as far as a celebration spot, that will be up to you, I think." She held the key out for him to take. "It's yours," she said with a small smile.

His smile froze on his face and he looked down at her hand in confusion. She was handing him a key. To the villa. His villa? His jaw dropped and he reached his hand out to take the key. "You bought this for me?" Staring at the key appreciatively before pocketing it, he put his hands on either side of her face and began kissing her in earnest, his kisses punctuated with 'thank you's'. Pansy had always been generous with him, but he was beyond surprised at this gift. Pulling back from her lips he said jokingly, "You know, cufflinks would have done me just fine."

"That can be arranged as well, I suppose," she said with a smirk. "You do like it, then? It's alright?" she asked, leaning against the window sill and gesturing at the room and the grounds sprawled out behind her.

He picked Pansy up and spun her about several times, laughing as she gasped, before setting her down, looking a bit sheepish. "Is it alright? Pansy, in addition to being the most beautiful woman I've ever set my eyes on, you're fabulously generous. I love it. I'm in shock, but I love it." I love you.

Pansy's smile lit the room. "Oh, do you, darling? I'm so glad. Parvati made you some suits as well; they're in the closet," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "So." She raised an eyebrow. "You. Me. In Italy for the weekend on your birthday. What do you want to do?"

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled at her neck. "Well, I know what I'd like to do first."



Summary: Pansy gives Cormac a villa in Italy for his birthday. He thinks the thing that she's dying to hear.