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Violet Potter sat in her seat, staring at a particular spot in front of her. There was chatter to her left and to her right, not that she was really listening. She couldn't keep her eyes off of HIM. It was the boy she had seen that fateful day in the book shop. It was the same, vaguely familiar boy she had remembered from Hogwarts. No matter how much she tried, her eyes remained glued to him. She unconsciously licked her lips and ran her fingers through her hair, removing unwanted tangles.

"What are you staring at?" a voice hissed in her ear. She snapped to attention, quickly diverting her attention from HIM and over to the stage where her father sat, waiting to receive yet another award that would be placed on the shelf in the bathroom.

"Nothing," she replied, turning to her older brother with a quick smile. "Nothing important." He glanced over at her again and then back up at the stage. Having arrived twenty minutes after the time they were told to arrive, Violet and Elliot, her brother, had been unable to get a seat next to her mother and brother and sister.

"How much longer?" Elliot groaned, glancing down at the muggle watch on his left wrist. He groaned and returned his attention back on the stage. The ceremony hadn't started yet and it had already become one of the most boring in her entire life.

"Stop whining, El," Violet snapped, "and remember: we're here for dad. This is his special day and we should respect that."

"Mum had to forcibly push him out of the house this morning, Vi, he doesn't want to be here any more than we do," Elliot muttered. The lights overhead dimmed dramatically and almost at once the voices in the hall stopped. "Wonderful, we're starting. I have a date in an hour."

Violet rolled her eyes. At eighteen, her brother had already worked his way through many potential wives and straying towards those who wouldn't know their own reflection if not told so. Up until a month ago he had been with a blonde named Amy. Suddenly, she was out and he was tight lipped about his new girlfriend. The only person he had told was Violet, much to her displeasure. While she adored her brother, never really finding much trouble with him, she couldn't help but have her feathers ruffled when she found out he was now dating her best friend. She was sure they had made a pact that friends were off limits and were not acceptable dates or fantasies. If they didn't, they should have. There was nothing more awkward than double dating with your brother.

"…this Ministry has much to thank Harry Potter for-" Violet yawned loudly, earning a glare from a woman next to her.

"Sorry," she hissed and looked back on stage. The tiny man with the microphone was now going into great detail about just when, how and where Harry Potter had helped them out. Violet tapped the program on her leg, looking around the room for someone, anyone, to distract her.

That's when two giant silver eyes demanded her attention. He was looking at her, his eyes boring into hers. She felt a suddenly heat rise to her cheeks, something that never happened to her. She never got nervous around a boy, especially a boy she had never met. But, she reminded herself, this isn't just ANY boy. This was a Malfoy, he was off limits.

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"How was it? Boring?" Harry asked his children, scrunching up his nose in distaste. Violet and Elliot turned to each other.

"No," they began, unconvincingly. Harry sighed.

"I really hate these things," he said, shaking his head. "I wish they would stop giving me these awards. We'll have no where to put them anymore."

"Oh, dad," Grace Potter said, patting his arm, "really, we don't mind coming to these. You should be proud! I know I am." At twenty-two, Grace Potter-Lupin was the youngest witch to ever Head her own office, something she was quite proud of. She had married Avery Lupin three years ago and together they just had a baby seven months ago, a girl, Lily.

"Yeah, really, it wasn't that bad!" James, the second oldest said. He had just turned twenty last month and was finishing his Auror training.

"How was my speech? You know how nervous I get-"

"Dear," Ginny interrupted, affection in her voice, "you did amazing. Really, fantastic. And I don't say that to just anybody." She kissed his forehead and turned to her four children. "Alright, our house for a late lunch?"

"Can't," Elliot said, "I have a date."

"Oh?" Ginny asked, eyebrows raised. "And just when will we be able to meet this girl, Elliot?"

"All in due time, my dear, all in due time," Elliot said, blushing. Violet felt a smile tugging on her lips as she watching his discomfort mount.

"Elliot, you have a new girlfriend?" Grace asked, sounding annoyed. "And why was I the last to find out about this?"

"Don't worry, we don't even know who she is," James said, turning to his sister. Violet struggled not to say anything potentially harmful to Elliot's secret.

"Violet? What about you? Lunch?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, please, I'm famished," Violet said, giving her brother a look and taking her father's hand.

"Grace? Avery?"

"Sure," Grace said turning to her husband to get his nod of approval. "Do we have formula for Lily?"

"Yup," Avery said, balancing the baby and unzipping the baby bag.

"Come here, darling," I said, scooping the baby into my arms and marveling at her gorgeous black hair and bright blue eyes.

"James?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, why not? I've got nothing better to do."

"Oh, well, don't we all feel loved now?" Violet asked sarcastically, following her father as he began to weave his way through the crowd.

"What was dad's speech about?" Grace hissed in Violet's ear. "I fell asleep half way into it."

"I don't know," Violet muttered. "Something about a new wing for the Ministry…or spreading our wings…windows? I don't know, something to that effect."

"The Ministry's getting a new wing?" Grace asked.

"No, wait. Maybe he said something about spreading our wings…" Violet frowned. "I actually don't know, I was doodling through the last bit."

"Crap," Grace hissed. "James-" She wandered off towards her brother leaving Violet with the baby in her arms.

"Vi, I've got to pay my respects to Mrs. Appleway, her husband just passed, why don't you wait for you mother by the door?"

"Alright," Violet said, nodding at her father and heading towards the door, feeling the biting cold gliding in. Grace came over and took Lily.

"She needs to be changed," she muttered, "wait here for me?"

"Ok."

Violet watched Grace walk away and turned towards the bar only to see HIM standing there again. Her breath got caught in her throat as she took in his 6'2 frame and dazzling brown hair, inherited from his mother. He was leaning against the rich mahogany, a drink in his hand.

From the time she was little she had heard that the Potter's were not fond of the Malfoy's. Long ago Grace had described to her what happened during her father's time at Hogwarts. Up until last May she had been indifferent towards him. Up until last May she would never have even dreamed of dating a Malfoy. However, now it was all she thought about. He demanded attention when he walked into the room. She was happy to oblige.

Rowan Malfoy was eighteen years old, a rich, spoiled, trust-fund baby that was living off mummy and daddy's wealth and had no interest in finding a job if there wasn't the need. He had a different girlfriend a week, depending on his mood. If he was in a charitable mood, he would keep them around for a while, having flings on the side. If he got bored, they got the boot. He had no intention of falling in love or getting married. Especially not now when he had just inherited so much money. This was his time to party and he certainly wasn't going to waste it.

"Violet, we're going, dear," Ginny said, glancing over at her daughter. She noticed her daughter's glance was to the right, at the bar. She followed it and found a sour feeling seep into her body as she eyed Rowan Malfoy. "Violet," Ginny's voice was harsh, "I said let's go."

"Alright," Violet said, shocked at her mother's tone. "Sorry."

She followed her family out of the building into the biting cold air, turning back once to see HIM looking at her. She glanced down at her hands, which were stuffed into her pocket, and smiled.

"Rowan," Lila, his on-again-off-again girlfriend purred into his ear, "let's go. I'm bored."

Rowan stubbed out his cigarette and drained his glass. He watched the Potter family, perfect Potter's, leave the building with a predatory glare.

"Alright, let's go."

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