Dean's POV
As I flooed into the foyer of the Malfoys, where the dinner was being held, I felt a distinct excitement. Today I will be entering my third meeting with Harry, hopefully sealing the right to court him in the Old Ways. Because Harry was submissive, he could not host this dinner himself, something in the pureblood rule book about submissives being too fragile to take care of all the planning required for this task, but I felt confused. Harry was the strongest wizard I knew, and also the most stubborn, as seen by the most recent things he has supported and voted on in the Wizengamot. I was greeted by Lady Malfoy, who supposedly is from Russia, but there is something oddly familiar about her. When I entered the elaborately decorated Floo room, she look confused, and then she blanked her face before smiling charmingly at me. "Good evening Lord..."
I answer with "Desai, Lady Malfoy"
She looked very much surprised, her thick accent seemingly slipped when she asked when did I come into my seat. When I answered about five months, she looked absurdly proud, yet still very confused. She was tanned, with cinnamon hair and eyes, she held herself very elegantly, but why was she so familiar?
As she led me to the formal dining room, she unobtrusively interrogated me about my family, my origins, and how I was coping with the stress of being a muggle-raised Lord. She seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying. When I entered, the first person I noticed was a Tall red-headed man, laughing loudly at a joke told by a Brown haired, hazel-eyed man, with a demure looking black haired, green eyed man standing at his side. I smiled and headed to Harry- I mean Lord Slytherin-Gryffindor-Black-Potter, I must remember to be formal in this setting. When I approached, I greeted Guardian Prewitt, and then turned my smile onto Ha-Lord Slytherin
"Hello Lord Slytherin-Gryffindor, I hope Mother Magic has blessed you this day, and that Fate looks down and smile on our meeting. May I accompany me to dinner?"
Harry, yes I give up correcting myself in my head, smiled brightly, and agreed shyly, grabbing my arm as we walk towards the formal dining room. Lady Malfoy smiled softly, wistfully, when Lord Malfoy walked up and wrapped his arms around her waist. I can't actually figure out if I know Lady Malfoy from, she really stumps me.
As Dinner was served, Harry smiled at me from across the table from me, while his guardian glares at me across the table from his side. Ron looks at me as if I was his ex-parents or his ex-little sister. I ask myself, 'Should I worry for my life?' But while Ron glares, Harry gives me this look, that makes my insides gooey, and my head fuzzy. The iris begins to burn again when the door bursts open.
"HARRY!" The redheaded missile running towards Harry, and it was female. "Why can't you just marry me like you promised when I was 16? I just want you to take care of is so worried about your future, don't you want to reassure her?"
Ron appeared behind his ex-sister, wand raised, eyes blazing. "Release my charge or prepare to be... eliminated."
Ginerva (because this girl was not Ginny, not the sweet, innocent redhead I knew from school), paled completely, before she turned away from Harry, and saw me, calmly watching Ron keep his wand at the ready. "Dean?"
Hi All! Here is your update, for this month, I'll try to update again before the end of the month but Baby Boy is teething already at 4 and a 1/2month old. Read and Review, I want to know what you think!