Nothing belongs to me.
XXIX: Contempt
After the series of events that occurred on the Astronomy Tower and in the Malfoy Manor, Harry Potter had begun to think that Draco Malfoy wasn't that bad. Then, of course, came the Room of Requirement thing followed by this. Now, Harry held nothing but contempt for the guy.
He didn't blame Ginny in the slightest. Harry knew only too well the Slytherin's way of mind. It seemed that for once the charmer had been charmed by the snake.
Despite Harry's confidence that this thing wouldn't last, he couldn't help but share his thoughts with Ginny. She refused to listen to any of his theories involving any sort of love or lust potion, and when Ron came home one day, his face covered in the undesirable effects of a Bat Bogey Hex, Harry was discouraged from trying again.
He knew, though, that in time Ginny would come back to him, and after a thorough examination at St. Mungo's, he would be prepared to take her back again.
So, naturally, on the crisp September morning Harry received the owl from Ginny, he expected the best of news. But upon opening the sheaf of parchment, Harry toppled backwards off his chair and onto the floor, where he lay in a dead faint.
From his desk, these words shone on silver parchment, quilled in green ink:
You have been cordially invited to attend the union of
Draco Scorpius Malfoy and Ginevra Molly Weasley
in marriage
at one o'clock in the afternoon
on the nineteenth of November
