The Wedding of the Boy Hero
Disclaimer: For my lack of imagination and ability to form words, it is just a boring old disclaimer of a poor fan trying to work out her frustration by writing about her favorite incomplete series.
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Chapter Seven: Revelations"The next time Aurora is mad at me, please give me a warning. She decided to use the hurling hex on me the first thing in the morning," Harry explained calmly. Ginny didn't know how to react. Now why would Aurora be mad?
"Oh." That was all Ginny could get her dry mouth to say. The dried vocal cords and her mental blank couldn't have come at a more inopportune time. "Would you by any chance know why she is mad enough to send you a hurling hex that sent to down to this office?"
Harry blinked owlishly before shrugging. "I was hoping you could answer that for me." This time, it was Ginny's turn to look clueless. Nothing was said between the two for a while. Jack was the one that broke the silence.
"Well, Miss Weasley, I guess you could enter now . . ." Jack trailed off. Before Ginny or Harry could get to the door, Jack walked out to continue his job. Ginny helped Harry up, though the help was standing by him worrying endlessly and apologizing for Aurora's actions.
"Stop it Gin," Harry declared somehow very embarrassed. "If you are going to apologize for Aurora for everything she did to me, save your breath. I may get along with her better than Malfoy, but she is still a Slytherin – ambitious and dislike Gyrffindors" Ginny opened her mouth this time to defend her other best friend. Before she could utter out "but," Harry added, "Gryffindors like me."
"Be the more reasonable person Harry. If she really dislike you that much, why is she still working with you?" Ginny reasoned. She was about to say, "be reasonable" but since Aurora probably didn't have a good reason for hexing Harry, Ginny changed it to "the more reasonable person".
"Whatever Gin. As I was falling through the building," Harry looked up at the ceiling. Miraculously, there were no evidences of him falling through it. "Aurora yelled for me to get you up as well. So come on. I really don't want to displease her at this point."
"Probably right. She just got back today and had only slept for 2 hours," Ginny said in agreement. It was much easier to have a conversation with Harry now since the topic wasn't closely related to the wedding as well.
Harry had increased the length and speed of his strides when he as Ginny had answered. Walking from the first floor to the Auror's Office takes much longer than the speed access only for people of top positions. Walking past the general lobby had been quite a task since the room contains too many people for Ginny's liking. Just seeing all the young females giving extra looks to Harry then her was disturbing enough. Knowing Aurora, she would have smuggled Ginny to the speed access rather than taking the long way round. Harry had been following the rules far too much to fit his Hogwarts year. But I guess the disobedience at school was caused by the constant threat on his life . . . as well as the well being of the rest of the wizarding society.
Soon, Harry led Ginny around a corner, where everything was suddenly more quite. Noises of people talking was replaced by scratches of the quill, quiet mutterings of conferences, and . . . muffled cries of . . . help??
Everyone in the smaller office looked up from his or her work. One secretary put a quieting charm on one of the doors marked "Classen Malfoy Potter". Ginny looked expectantly at Harry, who chose to ignore everything and casually opened that door when they reached it. A thump was heard as Harry's hand touched the doorknob.
"Uh, Harry, what exactly is going on in there?" Ginny asked in a small voice. The volume didn't need to be lowered, but just being in a professional environment was enough to cause Ginny to be timid.
"I have absolutely no clue." Harry slowly opened the door, which reveal a large chamber resembling a sitting room, and three doors each marked with the three last names on the initial door. In the door marked "Malfoy", a rather loud thud was heard.
"Malfoy? What is going on in there?" Harry called out. When he heard no response, Harry used a powerful unlocking spell to open the door blasting the opening the clear of obstacles.
Inside Draco Malfoy's office, everything was neatly in place. The only sight that was an aberration was the fact that the user of the room was bound to the tube in which message can be quickly transported to the minister. The auror looked pathetic as his mouth was covered in muggle duct tape, and other than that, he greatly resembled an Egyptian mummy from the neck down.
"Hello Harry, Ginny," a feminine voice said. The sound came from the corner of the room where the work desk was located. Aurora sat behind the desk with a satisfactory smile on her face. "And hello Minister!" Harry and Ginny turned back sharply. A man dressed in a prim suit had a companion by his side. The Minister struggled to find words. His gestured towards Aurora and the currently invalid Malfoy trying to explain the situation.
"And these two people would be Aurora Classen and Draco Malfoy." The other man raised his eyebrow in respect. Aurora smiled a greeting while Malfoy grunted. Ginny looked at the two of the best aurors in Europe unsure of what to expect. Aurora certainly has a very odd way of treating the guy of her dreams. I highly doubt beating Harry up will get him to like me . . . though let's not get on that subject. He is engaged for goodness sake! What does Ginny need to happen to her before finally getting that hint? Oh no, please not this route of conversation again.
While Ginny was busy with her own thoughts, Aurora had given Malfoy a hard kick in what seems like where his shin would be.
"Ow! Dammit, geez. I am going to have a permanent bruise there now!" Malfoy shouted through his nearly mummified lips. Ginny broke away from her thoughts to witness the lovely event. How many time do you see Draco Malfoy, the son of an ex-Death Eater, heir of the Malfoy fortune and half of the Slytherin fortune (Yep, Lucius was on the very GOOD side of the Dark Lord), and Witches' Weekly's one of the handsomest bachelors being treated like a mere servant?
Aurora waved her wand at Malfoy threatening him to be quiet. Since Mr. Malfoy was raised under the impression of "I am the Prince of the World", he made the wise decision of not obeying. A loud THWACK was heard and Ginny noticed there was a large hole in the floor.
"Woooaaah!" Malfoy shouted as he made his way down to . . . well, down to somewhere. The Minister, his guest, Harry, and Ginny walked to the side of the hole. To everyone but Harry's surprise, the view they saw was Jack the Doorman's office. The fallen auror's moan of pain could not be heard but the aggrieved expression on his face was quite visible five stories up.
The Minister coughed to bring everyone's attention back to him. "As you can see Senor Castillo, Miss Classen is one of our best aurors. She and Mr. Malfoy had just finished their last mission in record time – the deadline was in July . . ." It took a moment for the Minister to notice Ginny in the room, "And why are you here Miss?" Ginny opened and closed her mouth a couple of times unsure of how to explain. She actually didn't know herself why Aurora dragged her along.
"Ginny is my Maid of Honor in my upcoming wedding, Minister," Aurora explained casually. The Minister shrugged and continued singing praises to the aurors in the room – or was in the room, Ginny noticed both Harry and Aurora rolling their eyes every five seconds. How mature. After ten minutes of compliments and the egos of the two aurors currently in the room fighting for space in the atmosphere, a very skinny secretary walked in helping Malfoy. The fall he had experienced apparently was much more painful than Harry's. The secretary gingerly supported the Slytheirn's arms since he was too vain to admit he needed help. Though that was strange when he showed no apprehension for complaining like a baby.
"Fiery wand, Aurora! You really need attend an anger management class!" the blond auror cried out. Seeing as Aurora wasn't about to give up her place in Malfoy's chair, there was an interesting sort of battle going on. Nothing unusual could be seen, but the tension in the air was quite noticeable.
"Aurora, why don't you let Mr. Malfoy sit down? He has gotten quite a fall," the secretary/fashion model chided. Ginny knew Aurora wasn't a person to be chided; not to mention the familiarities the other female used for Aurora and the tone of respect heard when she said "Mr. Malfoy" does not help put the girl in Aurora's list of tolerables.
"I am sure Mr. Malfoy is able to transform another chair for him to sit on," Aurora answered back mocking the secretary's sweet tone. Since the Minister and his guest had left as Malfoy came back to his office, the already low maturity and professionalism in the room had dropped even more.
What exactly is Aurora doing? Transfiguration is not her strong point and she wants Malfoy to change something in to a chair?! He could easily change her into a chair. Ginny cringed at the thought of having Malfoy sitting on her friend all day long. She looked at Harry hoping he might be able to stop to whatever might happen. Knowing Aurora, the girl has a tendency to speak before thinking. Sometime Ginny wonders who is mature one in her friendship of Aurora. Are all Slytherins as immature and stubborn like Malfoy and my dear best friend?
Harry actually had an amused expression of his face; this was the first thing that shocked Ginny. The second was the fact that Malfoy transfigured the coat hanger into a chair instead. Ginny was certain that Malfoy would have taken his anger and frustration out on Aurora due to the murderous look he was sending to just about anyone making eye contact.
The leggy secretary had decided to treat Malfoy with gentle care – cautiously helping him into his chair. Just seeing the sycophantic actions of the other female make Ginny gag, and she has noticed Aurora's look of pure disgust as well. The room was silent as everyone watched the secretary carefully get back to her full 5 ft. 10 in. height (with heels). Flashing a bright and flirty smile at Harry, she sauntered back to the main lobby.
Harry had coughed to break whatever tension was in the room. Since no one really reacted, he inconspicuously gestured for Ginny to follow. That didn't work very well since Aurora had began speaking again – and this time, she was talking to Harry.
"Harry," Aurora began sweetly. Uh-oh, the same sweetness that signals the beginning of another Aurora Classen outburst of anger, or in this case, annoyance. "So why did you say you wanted Ginny to plan your wedding when you were asking her to plan Draco's and mine?" Ginny audibly gulped. She couldn't have been any more blunt . . .Merlin! Aurora could have given me some sort of warning about her engagement with Malfoy. I know the newspapers had made an announcement of some sort about her being engaged to Malfoy – one that Aurora didn't openly oppose – but still . . .
Harry flinched. The eye contact he made with Malfoy erased any sign of he and Malfoy's innocence; so much for being inconspicuous. Yep, shifting his weight, stalling the answer, definitely the typical signs of a nervous Harry trying to hide something. Oooh! And there is Mafoly playing with his hair – there goes the stylist's hard work!
"Well . . ." Harry dragged on. He had been repeating words of the same sort for what felt like five minutes, though it was only 30 seconds. Looking at his male mate in the room (Malfoy had nodded), Harry began with another "well" sort of phrase. "Since this last mission you and Draco were assigned was supposed to take nearly half of a year, Draco decided to surprise you once the assignment was completed with a wedding. I happened to remember you and Ginny having this conversation about 'Dream Weddings' so I had offered to help Malfoy with his attempt of wooing his future wife."
Noticing Harry had nothing further to explain, Malfoy looked like he was trying to shrink to disappear, and Aurora had gotten out of her seat, Ginny chose to blink and look confused. What else is better than looking frazzled in a conversation of this sort?
"Oh, I am getting a migraine," Aurora declared and exited the room. Ginny stood her ground looking at the two full grown men in the room that looked like defeated peewee league soccer players.
"Couldn't you have just told me the wedding was for Aurora?" Ginny asked finally. The question was one of those obvious ones where people's responses are sarcastic "great observations, Watson," or "Way to go Captain Obvious."
"Besides," Ginny added, "The floral arrangements are somewhat off." She was about to continue pointing out the differences in what Aurora's dream wedding was, but a dark haired head popped out motioning for Ginny to follow.
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Omni's Notes:
Gah! That was a really BAD chapter!!! I had a really horrible writer's block halfway through writing. Seeing as this was supposed to be the end, I am not sure what to do next. After all, the mystery is solved. If I continued, the story would seem like it's being dragged on.
Does anyone have any suggestions? My brain is dead since it is one in the morning and I have a doctor's appointment at 7 AM tomorrow(Saturday) . . . yeah, need sleep.
Thanks to all the reviewers!
Seeing as I am running about of time, I would like to thank SugarGirl; SailorChibi; NYC Gurl; Silver Witch; NazgulQueen; Aindel; SilverMoon; cutechica3323; Rhiain; and Kelsey! The rest of the reviewers
Kirina – yes, you have reviewed;
Female Fred – sorry about the shortness of this chapter too! And I do sprints. =P;
Beth e – Draco and Aurora are together;
Nia 88 – Not updated ASAP, but I tried to hurry. And as far as I know, your English is great, then again, English is my second language as well;
marajade3081 – THANKS!! You have no idea how happy I am about that compliment, though I think this one is really under par;
Ginny Drama – So do you have any suggestions on what to do after this chapter??
frizzy – confusing? Un-oh, would you care to elaborate? This way, I can make it better. ^^;
Sara Lee – Not so secret anymore . . . though it could be reality. I'd feel very sorry for the bride!
kylesmom – I think you are number 100 . . . I haven't really given people numbers. But we'll just say you are;
Pseudonym Sylphmuse – does that mean I should write about the wedding? Now should that be in another story, or continue on with this one? But anyhoo, cool name!
The Dragon Guardian of the Sea – hopefully that satisfied your wish. Sorry Mr. PMS didn't have a big part yet.
I apologize for those who didn't get a long trail of words directed to them! When I have time, I will give everyone a little comment from me. At this point, I am dead tired (gah! Hate that adjective, but it suits the situation right now.)
Please help me with my slight dilemma about this fic!!
~Omni (too tired.)