Hello again and happy Friday! Also, Happy Early Christmas! I'm about to do something that I've never done before in a story, so brace yourselves!

(Anything written in parenthesis) is in Korean. Didn't really feel like translating or anything complicated, so this way everybody can read it and we're all happy!

Anyway, enjoy and review!

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Just as Ron was leaning forward to hear about his deal, Mr. Kim's phone rang and his story came to a screeching halt. He quickly answered, a frown instantly marring his face.

"What do you mean she refuses to come out? What the devil is she doing in there?" He sighed, resting his face in his hand. "No, that won't be necessary, I'll do it myself." He hung up his phone and looked at the trio in front of him. "I know that this is an…unusual circumstance, but would you please follow me?"

Mr. Kim stood and they left his office, tramping past his secretary and down the hallway. None of them were quite sure why they were doing this, but his quiet promise that he might be able to help them was still ringing in their ears. There were a few dark oak doors that they passed as they continued to walk, but their destination became very clear when Ron caught site of a turquoise door at the very end of the hall. It was so utterly out of place that he was shocked to see it appear before him. Mr. Kim didn't bother to knock, he simply pushed into the room.

The group walked into a neat room with light hardwood floors and tall windows. It could have passed for a very nice corner office, but it was currently being used as a very high end art studio. Canvasses large and small lined the dark purple walls, some finished with others acting as a work in progress. A large plasma screen TV playing Funny Face sat amongst a rather large collection of prints of famous paintings and posters of celebrities ranging from a black and white Audrey Hepburn poster to an overly large poster of Prince Harry. Ron mentally rolled his eyes.

Honestly, why did women find him so attractive?

In the center of this room, seated in front of a large canvas that she was working very diligently on, was none other than Mr. Kim's youngest daughter, Sun. She didn't even look up from her work when they walked into the room.

"Appa, if you want me to finish these stupid ballerina paintings for Young before the baby is born, I can't come running to your office every time you call."

"Sun, we have guests." Mr. Kim told her sternly. She finally turned, setting down her large paint splattered palette and wiping her brush on an overly used apron. Ron saw that she was the same girl from the picture, but she had matured and had grown out bangs that swept across her forehead. Her long hair was swept into a side braid that was trapped underneath her apron. He couldn't stop the small gasp that he took when he saw her scar. It was partially hidden by her shirt, but stretched up her collarbone and up her neck, ending on the left side of her jawbone. The scar, being created by a harmful spell, remained a stark pink. While it had healed, Ron knew that the color would never change.

Despite Ron's lingering gaze on her scar, she softly smiled and approached him with her hand offered to shake.

"Mr. Weasley, it's very nice to meet you." She said softly. He must have been introduced while he was staring.

And he must have looked like a complete idiot…

"It's nice to meet you too." He said, shaking her hand. Mr. Kim smiled oddly as the pair shook hands, the wonderful idea he had rolling around in his head swelling into a perfect solution.

"(I want you to marry him)." He said, leaving Arthur, Molly, and Ron in a state of confusion as they began a private conversation in Korean. The smile on Sun's face faltered as she pulled back her hand.

"(Are you back on that whole arranged marriage thing again)?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"(You won't find anybody better)."

"(In your opinion)." She turned away from them and returned to her stool, mixing her brush in several different colors before returning to her nearly finished painting.

"(It would be a great honor to you and the family. A full blooded wizard that is a hero to all who meet him; this would be a shame to the Lee family for what they did to us)." Sun rolled her eyes.

"(I don't care that he's a full blooded wizard and I don't care about the Lee family. Just let me have a love match, only somebody who loves me could ever ignore my scar)." Mr. Kim slowly approached her, watching her work over her shoulder. His daughter had such a gift; a gift that she could hide behind and keep herself away from the rest of the world.

"(I want to make a deal with his parents. If he marries you, his family home will be saved)." Sun whipped her head up towards her father, glaring at him.

"(I am not to be used as a bargaining tool)." She told him in a low whisper.

"(Regardless, I say that this needs to be pursued and you will marry him)." Sun threw down her supplies, paint streaking across the clean floor. The Weasley family jumped, taking a small step back. She glared at him for a moment more before letting out a heavy sigh.

"(I will only do it if he agrees…and if the match maker says that it's a good match)." Mr. Kim nodded, turning to the Weasley family with his overly charming smile.

"Now, Mr. Weasley, let us continue discussing the deal that I was talking about earlier." Ron perked up, relieved that he could finally understand what was being said. "I will gladly pay to have your house restored, move the village away from your home, and sign the deed of your land over to your parents, but I need you to do one thing for me."

"Anything," Ron blurted out, mentally wondering if he would have to sell a body part to save his family home.

"I want you to marry Sun." Ron stared at him, not quite sure whether or not he had heard him correctly.

"I'm sorry, did you just say marry?" Arthur asked, obviously suffering from the same questionable hearing as Ron.

"Yes, marry. All Ron has to do is agree. We will consult a match maker to see if the marriage is a good match. If it is a bad match, then you will be released from the contract, but I will restore your home and move the village. But, if it is a good match, you will marry my daughter in exchange for your parent's home." Ron felt himself begin to sweat and his mouth go dry as he glanced over at Sun. She was looking away from him, her eyes focused on the canvas in front of her.

"And she's agreed to do this?"

"She has." Mr. Kim replied, ignoring his daughter as she fumed on her stool with her back to him. "It would be a great honor for our two families to come together, what do you think?" Ron stared and he stared hard. He thought for a moment that he was going to faint, but he forced himself to remain conscience. He cleared his throat and did his best to smile.

"Could I uh…could I please have some time to think about this?" He asked, his voice quivering as he spoke.

"Of course," Mr. Kim told him happily. "Please, take my card and call me when you've made your decision."