“Tobefair,itisn’taparty.”IfDraowasgoingtoonfideinanybodyabouttheoion,itwouldbeLuna,buthedidn’tfeelrightaboutit.“It’sawedding.”
“Istheremuhdifferene?”Lunadidn’tseemtobethatbotheredbytheideaoftheimpendingdate,whihwasonlyweeksaway,seeingastheybothwanteditdonebeforesheheadedbaktoHogwartsinthefallforarepeatofherfinalyear.Tehnially,shehadgraduated,butMGonagallhadderedtheoptionforrepeatyearsavaibleforanyonewhothoughtthatthestyearortwooftheireduationwasunsatisfatoryfortheirneeds.UnlikeGinny,whowasbeomingmorefrantiwitheahday,Lunasimplystatedwhatshewantedandthenstukwithit,andGinnyiablyagreed.“Theleanupforbothisextremelymessy.”
Draoopenedhismouthtoargue,andthenlosedit,beausereally,sometimesoionswithhertookmoreenergythanheknewwhattodowith.
“Oi,Drao!”Ginnywavedhimover,andheame,dreadingthenewtaskthatheandHermionewouldbeassignedwith.Drao’ssortofabridesmaid,thoughhe’shopingthatLunadoesn’tdemandthathewearsadress.“Whatdoyouthinkofthenewolorsheme?Lunapikedit.”
Itwasblueandpink,bothinterriblygarishshades,andbothwouldshterriblywithGinny’shair.Arosstheroomfromthem,Fleurwaslookingveryross,beauseshehadbeentryingtopawnoffsomeofthepreviouslyruinedandnowrepaireddeorationsthatwouldhavebeenusedattheendofherownweddingreeption,haditnotbeeninterruptedbythedeatheatertakeoveroftheministry,andLunahadsaidthatshewouldneverhavesomethingsoshinyatherownwedding,thatitwouldattrattoomanymagialbugsthatnooneintheroomhadheardofbefore.
“Don’tworry.”Heouldfeelaheadaheswellingupbehindhistemples.Nowthathispotionswerewindingdown,hewasdesperatelyinneedofaprojet,buthethinksheouldhavefoundaneasierone.“I’lltalktoher.”
Theygethomete,aftertheolorshemehadmadeitsfinalhangetoolorsthatwerelesspainfultotheeyes,aftertheyhadonvinedLunatomakeanappoitobefittedforanatualweddingdress,andafterGinnyhadpikedaakeandhargedDraowiththetaskofgoingtoorderit.AndGodhelpyouifthere’sasinglefrostedroseoutofpe,shehadsaid,whihwasmuhlessfrighteningthanhemighthavefounditafewmonthsagobutstillworrisome.
“Merlin,anyoubelieveallthat?”Harrywasyankinghisjumperupoverhisheadwhilewalkingatthesametime,andhestumbledoverthekithenhairthathehadleftpushedoutintheentranethatm,thenwalkingonlikehehadn’t.“Bloodyhell,there’ssomuh,andhandwritteninvitations,lord,I’llbestuffingallthoseintoenvelopesforhourswhileyouwritethem,won’tI?”Hisheadpopsintosightagainandhesmiles.“GoodthingIlikeyousomuh.”
Draoisn’tsurewhyithitshimatthatmoment,really,butashe’slookingathim,itourstohimthathereallyhadmeantwhathehadsaidtheothernight.This,evenifHarryreallyhadmovedonfrombeingahero,w
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