A curl of a smile betrayed her lips as a playful unconscious thought crossed her mind. What if Draco shows up at this wedding?
Ginny's smile immediately vanished, replaced by a feeling of guilt, as the lifting veil revealed Harry in front of her.
"Stupid Potter, does not even know he is marrying a whore!" Draco proclaimed in a pub house in Stockholm, only in his mind though. Outward resentment from wizarding communities had taught him to tread in silence and painful care for years. He must not sow any further animosity with anyone, nor even attract the faintest attention to himself if possible. His disheveled appearance tonight, as he sat anonymously in the crowded bar, would guard him from recognition. And with how drunk he was, his words would hardly be coherent even if spoken aloud.
"Pitiable Potter", still with no sound as he raised a cup as if to give a toast, "marrying MY whore ."
And he wondered whether he is to be pitied more.