To Harry it is…

Disclaimer: Nope, it's not mine.

Ginny apparated to Grimmauld Place's front step and knocked on the door. Harry opened immediately, looking surprised. He was fully dressed, holding a suitcase charmed with an extension charm. He had planned to spend August in The Burrow, as he was free from Auror training for the entire month.

'Hi! What are you doing here? I was just coming over. What's going on, Ginny?' he immediately asked.

'Haven't you had the Prophet? The letter?' Ginny asked shortly. She needed to blast something, she really needed to blast something.

Harry looked even more surprised.

'What letter? What's in the Prophet?'

Just then, two owls came swooping down and entered through the open door.

'Seems you're about to find out,' Ginny said.

A moment later, the Ministry Owl had flown away again. Harry paid the Prophet Owl, making it go away, too, leaving only Harry and Ginny in the house.

'Which should I read first? The Prophet or the letter?' he asked cautiously.

'It hardly matters,' Ginny replied. 'Do you have anything I can blast while you read?'

'Anything on the third floor. Filled with junk, it is,' Harry muttered absentmindedly as he opened the letter.

Ginny apparated directly to the third floor and opened the first door she saw. It was filled with old furniture; perfect. She started blasting piece after piece, screaming the incantations as loud as she could. It truly was a great outlet.

After five minutes, she felt a lot calmer. She realised that perhaps she should go down and see how Harry was doing; no doubt he had had a nasty shock when he had found out what the letter was about.

Ginny walked down, expecting to see Harry red with rage or pale with shock, but he was neither. He looked surprisingly calm, standing in the middle of the kitchen dressed in his best robes.

'Harry?' she asked, confused. How could he be fine with this? How come he wasn't upstairs blasting furniture, too? 'What's going on?'

'I'm going to the Ministry,' said Harry calmly. 'I'm the Boy Who Lived Twice. I'm the Chosen One. I defeated Voldemort. It's not anything I like to use to get my will through, but if I'm ever going to use that status, it's now. I'm going to make them repeal the law, or at the very least make an exception.

'Ginny, you're the best thing in my life. Did you really think I'd let you go?' he asked.

Ginny looked at him uncertainly. Were they really going to listen to him at the Ministry? Sure, he was Harry Potter, the saviour of the Wizarding World, but was that enough? She supposed there was only one way to find out.

'Fine,' she sighed. 'Let's go.'

'You're coming?' Harry asked, surprised.

'Of course I'm coming! I'm going to tell them exactly what I think about their new law.'

Twenty minutes later, they were standing outside Kingsley Shacklebolt's office. An indifferent secretary who appeared to be in his sixties was stopping them from entering Kingsley's office.

'Minister Shacklebolt is a very busy man…'

'Is he in a meeting?' Harry asked, for the third time. The secretary, who had earlier avoided the question, hesitated.

'No, he is not. That doesn't mean he has time for unannounced visitors. I don't know how you reached this far, but I cannot allow you to go any further.'

'Do you know who I am?' Harry asked. Ginny saw a vein pulsing in his temple. She would have put a soothing hand on his arm hadn't she been equally angry.

'You appear to be Harry Potter,' the secretary said. 'I don't see why that means-'

'It means I'm a friend of Kingsley! Order of the Phoenix, no bells ringing?' Harry interrupted him. The secretary snorted.

'I'm well aware of Minister Shacklebolt's accomplishments. However, as you are unannounced-'

'Then announce us,' Ginny spat.

'It is customary to announce oneself before coming to-'

'To hell with customary!' Harry yelled. Suddenly, Kingsley exited his office.

'What's all the-' he began but interrupted himself when he saw who the visitors were. His shoulders slumped marginally. 'Oh, Harry, Ginny. Please, come in. I'm not very busy at the moment.'

Ginny couldn't help but throw a smug look at the secretary, before entering Kingsley's office.

Harry and Ginny sat down in front of Kingsley's desk. Ginny was just about to launch into a tirade of what exactly she thought about the new law and what she though should be done about it, when Kingsley anticipated her by speaking first.

'There's nothing to be done,' he said heavily. A moment's silence followed his statement.

'But we're already engaged!' Ginny blurted. Kingsley sighed.

'Yes, well, there's nothing to be done. The engagement will be officially broken by the 5th of August, unless you two are paired together. I'm sorry.'

Another half-hour of arguing had done nothing to help, so Ginny and Harry had had to go home again. Once home, after some very much needed furniture blasting, they had agreed that nothing would get better by spending their last few days as engaged brooding. Instead, they had decided to make the most of it.

Now, though, they were both at The Burrow. It was the 5th of August and the whole Weasley family was tensely awaiting the letters revealing the names of Charlie, George, Hermione, Harry and Ginny's life partners.

Seven o'clock sharp, the owls entered, each one carrying a missive. Every owl dropped their missive by the right person before leaving again.

Ginny looked down at the simple, white envelope. It looked so harmless, even though she knew it had the power to destroy her life.

She couldn't open it. Harry seemed equally unable to move, but Charlie, George and Hermione were opening their envelopes. Hermione was the first to unfold her letter.

'Terry Boot,' Hermione announced. She neither looked particularly pleased nor displeased. 'He is nice, I suppose. I never knew him too well, but… Well, he is Ravenclaw. I know he is rather intelligent. And standing up in the middle of the Great Hall, in front of the Carrows, announcing that I, Harry and Ron had made it into and out of Gringotts, that's rather brave, don't you think?'

Nods and murmurs of agreement met her question. Hermione leaned back, gesturing for George to unfold his letter. He did so immediately.

'Angelina Johnson!' he exclaimed, a big grin taking over his face. 'Now that's what I'm talking about. I'll challenge her to some one-on-one Quidditch as soon as we're settled.'

George received a couple of pats on the back for his good luck, before Charlie unfolded his letter.

'Alicia Spinnet,' he said, sounding curious. 'I recognize the name, but I can't quite place it. It says here she was a Gryffindor in your year, George. Can you tell me anything about her?' he asked. George grinned again.

'Had it not been Angelina, I would have wanted it to be Alicia. She's great at Quidditch,' he promptly said. 'Besides, I think she took Care of Magical Creatures on NEWT level. You'll like her, I promise.'

Everybody now looked at Harry and Ginny, who still hadn't opened their letters. They looked at each other, both begging the other to begin. Finally, Harry sighed and opened his letter.

He read the name with a grimace.

'Daphne Greengrass, a Slytherin girl from our year. Great. Just great. I knew I'd get a Slytherin,' he muttered. Ginny's shoulders slumped; until that moment, she had still been able to hope that the name in her letter would be Harry.

''s okay, mate,' Ron said. 'I think Daphne was the only Slytherin girl never to make one or another stupid comment. Could've been worse.'

Harry shrugged, looking about as miserable as Ginny felt, and she hadn't even opened her letter yet.

As Ginny was the last one, everybody now turned to look impatiently at her. She slowly opened and unfolded her letter and read the name printed on the top of the page.

Name: Draco Malfoy

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Birthday: 5 June, 1980

Address: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England

You, Miss Ginevra Weasley, will be married to Mister Draco Malfoy 11 August, 1999, 12 o'clock. Kindly be in the Ministry Atrium 11:30 to be collected.

It is recommended to contact your intended before the marriage, to settle the details of living and finances.

Yours sincerely,

Magra Trench, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

'Ginny?' Molly asked worriedly when her daughter remained silent.

'What a bloody birthday present,' Ginny spat.

'Who is it, Gin?' George wanted to know.

'On my birthday, I will be married to Draco Malfoy.'

Oh, yes. Next chapter, we'll introduce Draco. I bet he'll be a right arse to poor Ginny… Then again, she'll most likely be quite unpleasant towards him, too.

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Hannoie