Inside the sitting room of the extravagant Malfoy manor, Draco sat with his father, laughing at the picture of the muggles on the front page of the Daily Prophet. The confused muggles watched their wedding cake float from the table to on top of the groom's head.
"Good one Draco." Lucius Malfoy laughed pompously at his son's ingenious prank. The Malfoys took great pride in the fact that they were a wealthy pure blood family; their family consisted of only wizard born people. They believed that they were superior to muggles, and muggle born wizards and witches. Mr. Malfoy sighed. "If only you could cause humiliation like such to that Potter boy."
"Father, you are aware that I helped that Weasel propose to the mudblood?"
"Yes my dear boy. I assume he will be repaying you for your unnecessary efforts?"
"Of course Father. Five hundred galleons. The due date for this payment is drawing near."
"Excellent." Mr. Malfoy's mouth curled into a venomous grin. "A visitor shall be paying a visit to Mr. Potter's vault at Gringotts Bank."
"Really..." Draco's face modeled the look on his father's.
"Yes. I'm surprised you haven't thought of this before Draco. We shall simply have Doler take care of it."
"Doler?" Draco asked his father.
"I've found us a new house elf. Dobby was such a disappointment. Doler is a former house elf from the kitchens from Durmstrang. Unlike the ungrateful house elves at Hogwarts, Doler has no complaints."
"That's wonderful Father," said Draco as his venomous smile turned into a look of confusion. "And what is it again that Doler will be taking care of?"
"Draco, Draco, Draco," Mr. Malfoy sighed. "Doler will simply clean out the majority of Potter's vault. Without his generous amount of galleons, the poor boy will have no choice but to surrender to you." Mr. Malfoy laughed spitefully.
"You're right Father. Soon, the Dark Lord will have him. Potter must face the murderer of his parents once again. But this time, he shall not return."
Walking down the streets of Hogsmeade, Harry and Ginny made their way towards Madam Puddifoots. Inside the quaint tea shop, they sat down at a window seat facing the bustling street. Harry gazed out at the picturesque village; the grounds glistened with the first rain of the fall. From the window he could see the sun breaking through the clouds, and a colourful rainbow connecting the earth to the sky.
"It seemed as though this would be such a dreary day, with the rain and all," said Ginny, "but it hasn't. It's rather beautiful. Don't you think so Harry?"
"Yeah." Harry reached across the table and took hold of her hand.
Her eyes sparkling with beauty, Ginny smiled back at him. "Isn't it wonderful, Ron and Hermione getting married?"
"Yeah."
"It's all like a fairy tale." He nodded, eyes turning downwards to stare at the table.
"Are you alright Harry? You've never been this quiet." Ginny's brow furrowed in concern. "
"Sorry Gin, I've just been a little side tracked recently." Breathing deeply, Harry removed his glasses and rubbed his emerald green eyes. "I have to pay back Malfoy the five hundred galleons within the next three days. I'm not exactly sure what, but this whole situation doesn't seem quite right. I don't know why I didn't think of this before, but isn't odd that Malfoy agreed to help us?"
"Stop worrying Harry. We can go to Gringotts right after we have something to eat," Ginny offered. "Just try to relax. Once you've finished the deal, you'll see that everything's fine."
"You wouldn't mind going now? Are you sure?" Harry's gaze returned to the table. He felt as though every moment he spent with Ginny somehow transitioned into planning and preparing for Ron and Hermione's wedding. "No, forget it. I'll wait until tomorrow. Today was supposed to be devoted to the two of us."
"Harry. It's fine. You'll be able to enjoy the day more if you're not constantly worrying about this. Plus as long as I'm with you, I don't care what we do." Ginny smiled.
Harry relaxed. He always enjoyed being with Ginny. Her comforting smile, her adorable laugh; Harry knew he was falling for her. He knew very well that Ginny had strong feelings for him too. Ever since his second year at Hogwarts:
At that moment there was a diversion in the form of a small, red-headed figure in a long night dress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again.
"Ginny," said Ron in an undertone to Harry. "My sister. She's been talking about you all summer."
Harry chortled out loud.
"What's so funny?" asked Ginny.
He tried to swallow up his laughter. "Oh, nothing." But from the demanding look in her eye, Harry thought better of himself and explained. "I was just remembering the first time we saw each other. You had such an infatuation with me. Well, more with "The Boy Who Lived", really. Who would've known that four years later, we would start dating one another."
"Who would've known? Harry, when I met you, I was convinced that I was in love. In my mind, we were destined to be together."
Harry's cheeks turned a rosy pink.
A waitress gracefully floated over to the couple. "Can I get you two anything?"
"Ginny, what would you like?" asked Harry gentlemanly.
"I'll just have a pumpkin coffee," replied Ginny.
"Make that two pumpkin coffee's, please."
"Anything else?" asked the waitress.
"That will be all, thanks." As the she returned to the kitchen, Harry and Ginny locked eyes again. He gave her a nervous smile before looking away. He was contemplating something that was making his hands uncomfortably sweaty. Having thought about it for a long while, Harry had just made up his mind when the waitress inconveniently returned with their coffee. Suppressing a groan, he waited until her gliding figure had hovered away before he cleared his throat.
Ginny looked up. "Did you... want to say something?"
"Um...," said Harry, fiddling with the tablecloth, "Ginny..." he said slowly, "I- I love you."
"Really?" said Ginny, surprised.
"Well...yeah," he responded. The two laughed.
Ginny radiated with glee. "I love you too Harry."