Quills
Snap!
"Another one?" Ginny asked her fiancée, "That's three so far! At the rate you're going, you'll snap all our quills to oblivion." Malfoy met her gaze, revealing his frustration. Ginny couldn't help but chuckle, it was a rare occasion Malfoy looked vulnerable at all. She tried -and failed- to mask her laugh as a cough. She tried to focus on the letter that had weakened Malfoy before another giggle could escape her.
Dear Father,
I regret our lack of communication in the past months. I'd like to inform you of
That was where the letter cut off into a series of ink drops. It was much shorter than the other letters he attempted- all of which were now balls of paper littering the floor. She took out her wand and waved it across the unfinished letters, and with a faint pop they disappeared. Malfoy groaned loudly and ran his fingers through his messy blond hair.
Ginny sighed and gave him a sympathetic look. She had never formally met her fiancée's father, but knew enough to understand. It was no secret that the Weasleys were the biggest bunch of blood traitors on Earth. Malfoy was more than likely to be disowned. She new well enough that he didn't care about the money, but rather he wasn't used to disappointing his family. So, it wasn't a surprise he was snapping so many quills from the tension.
"You don't have to tell him, you know," Ginny whispered into Malfoy's ear, "I won't mind if he didn't know about the marriage. A lot less to worry about actually."
"No, no. I have to, he might as well know. I'm not afraid of him," Malfoy responded. Ginny smiled, she would never tell him, but she would be more than happy if the whole world knew they were in love. It seemed naïve, almost shallow, but sometimes she needed the reassurance that it wasn't all a dream.
Then, a sour though crossed her mind. She still hadn't told her own family about her engagement. She gulped, "Let's go buy some more quills."
