CHAPTER 6

Friday afternoon, Olivia arrived at Chez Magique to meet her closest friend Betina Blue, for lunch. Chez Magique was one of Olivia's favorite restaurants. Her family had been dining there for years. It was the kind of place that catered to families with old money and unspoiled magic bloodlines. Olivia was disgusted by most of the newer upscale restaurants, where they let every kind of magic trash in.

After the two friends ordered there meals, Olivia began to tell Betina about her plans for the following evening. "Livi," Betina gasped, "you're going to try and befriend that horrible girl!"

Olivia laughed. "Bet, you of all people know me better than that."

"Oh! So, you have a plan."

"Always"

"Well, spill it!"

"It's not a grand plan or anything. Actually, it's really quite simple. I'm just going to kill her with kindness and make her think we're friends. Then, I'll make her see how much Draco adores me and how perfect I am for him. She just needs to understand that there is no place for her in Draco's life anymore. Maybe I'll get really lucky and she'll realize her whole sodding family needs to get out of Draco's life."

"God Liv, I don't know how you do it. How do you put on a happy face and suffer through those awful Weasley family functions? I can't believe you even go to that house."

"Don't you worry Bet. After Draco and I are married he won't be seeing those people anymore."

"Livi, you know I love you, but you know what people say about..."

"Yes, I know what people say about Draco. He's a disgrace to the Malfoy name. He's soft. He's a mudblood lover. I've heard it all, but he's still from one of the oldest, wealthiest wizarding families. He's gotten a little off track in the last few years, but I know I can bring him back down to earth. Soon after we're married he'll quite that silly job, stop hanging out with Harry Potter and crew, and take his rightful standing in society and I'll be the one that brought him back."

"Well, you're certainly very sure of yourself."

"Frankly, I have to be. I didn't waste this much time and energy hooking one of the most eligible bachelors in London only to end up spending Sundays at The Burrow eating sugar cookies and cooing over half mudblood babies."

"Oh Liv, what a horrible thought."

"Exactly, that's why I have to get Gin Weasley out of the way."

"What could Draco have seen in her?"

"Damned if I know! Bet; just wait until you see this girl. It's really quite sad. She's all dressed up in these expensive designer clothes and she thinks she's very special because she attends all these New York parties. Apparently no one ever told her that you can take a pile of trash and wrap it in silk, but at the end of the day it still goes in the rubbish bin."

Olivia and Betina laughed wildly as the waiter arrived with there food.

Meanwhile, back at the office, Draco and Ron chatted over there lunches. "What are you up to this weekend?" Draco asked his friend.

"Well, on Sunday Hermione's Mum is going to take the baby for the afternoon so, I think we're going to pack a picnic and just spend some time together."

"That sounds like heaven. On Sunday Olivia's dragging me to another society brunch."

Ron laughed, "Draco, you don't wanted to spend your day kissing the arse of fellow rich people, talking about how much money you all have, and how much better you are then the rest of us?"

"Actually, that's pretty much what it's like. It's not my idea of fun, but Olivia insists we go. I can't blame her really, it's just what she's used to, but I can't tell you how much I'd like to spend an afternoon just having a picnic."

"Maybe you two can do that next weekend?"

"Please," Draco let out a frustrated laugh, "Olivia's got our social calendar filled until next summer."

As Ron looked at his friend, he realized that maybe his wife wasn't being too judgmental. Maybe Olivia wasn't right for Draco. Ron had always thought Olivia was alright, but, as Hermione often reminded him, he was a man and therefore not the most perceptive creature in the world. Now that Ron actually thought about it, Olivia had never been much fun and she never seemed to want to do any of the things that there group enjoyed.

Ron decided to ask Draco a question he'd never thought to ask, "Draco, are you happy?"

Draco laughed, "Of course I'm happy. Life is good."

"I mean with Olivia."

"Well, I'm marrying her, aren't I?" Draco said defensively.

Normally Ron would've taken this statement at face value, what with his complete lack of perception and all, this time though, Ron decided to think like his wife. He thought to himself, "What would I say if someone asked me if I were happy with Hermione? I'd probably say I was blissfully happy, or that I was the luckiest man alive, or that I couldn't imagine life without her. I certainly wouldn't say 'I married her didn't I."

Ron knew he'd better to have to go home and have a talk with Hermione.