8. Wink
The long table was full of people. Some of them, Draco had known since he was eleven. He had walked the halls with them and tormented them and made enemies of them. By the end of the war, however, he had sided with them. Now, standing before them and their family, he knew he was probably about to make some enemies out of a gang of red headed men.
He looked down at his fiance, nervousness bubbling up in him. She gave him that signature wink, the one that could always bring him to his knees and make him fall deeper in love, and he was ready. "Ginny and I have an announcement to make."
That damn wink.