For the thirty or so minuet drive Harry had gotten to know more about the Malfoys. He learned that Narcissa was a cousin to Sirius Black, his Godfather. He was a bit surprised that her eyes shone with some fondness for the daring man.
It was quite obvious that both her husband and son adored the blonde haired woman. Little by little Harry began to realize that this pureblood family hid themselves behind cold hard masks of indifference.
All too soon the vehicle came to a stop and the occupants clambered out of the sleek black limo. Reporters and photographers lined the outside of a grand hall, madly asking questions at the same time.
"Come on P-Harry." Draco called when he noticed the green eyed god-to-be wincing. Two wizards stood by the giant doors that barred the entrance.
The two guards nodded and gave a slight bow when the minister's group walked up. The instant they walked in there was clapping from the guests.
Some few attempted to get closer to Harry, but were more fearful of the dark skinned Kingsley. Minister Fudge made some kind of grand speech, but Harry wasn't paying much attention; he had finally caught sight of a group of red heads.
Whilst everyone mingled and danced, Harry almost charged towards the Weasleys. Molly Weasley, the matriarch of the family caught sight of him first. "Oh, there you are Harry dear." the plump woman gave him rib cracking hug.
"'Ello Harry." the twins said at the same time. "You look nice." Ginny said, the youngest and only female weasley child. Harry mumbled a soft thanks.
Ron, Harry's best friend for five years couldn't quite meet his eyes. "What's wrong with Ron?" Hermione Granger, Harry's other best friend scowled at the youngest weasley boy.
"Don't bother with him Harry. Ron's just upset about the whole-' she leaned forward and quietly whispered in his ear. 'you being a god business."
The raven haired boy clenched his fists. 'Angry at me again for something I have no power over.' he thought. "It's not like I chose this Hermione." Harry growled.
Hermione smiled at him in a sisterly manner. "I know Harry. Your just going to have to make of it what you can." Ron snorted. "Bet you just love the attention though."
The weasley stared disbelievingly at the youngest male. "Ronald Bilius Weasley!" snapped at her son. "Apologize this instant!" she commanded. The second youngest red head crossed his arms and ignored her.
"If you have a problem with me then be a man and actually face me instead of pouting like some child." Ron jerked his head around. "So I'm a child now!?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Your acting exactly like a child Ron. Throwing some kind of tantrum just because things aren't going your way. Or is it that you just want attention?"
Arthur Weasley stepped in between the angry teens. "Now now boys, can't you two get along?" The balding man flinched when both boys voiced their protest at the same time.
Hermione tried her best to wheel the raven haired boy around and away from Ron. "Why don't you go slither off and help You-know-who with more dark spells." Ron stated at their retreating backs.
Hermione could feel her best friend's pain at the last statement. She gave one last disapproving glare at Ron before leading Harry away.
The bushy haired girl sat him down and draped a reassuring arm over his shoulders. "Don't listen to Ron, Harry. He's being a big git right now." This somehow managed to get a laugh out of the raven haired boy.
"What if he's right Hermione? I mean this wizard god or whatever made those dark curses right?" the raven haired boy clutched his arms close to his chest in a scared child like mannerism.
Hermione fought back the hot tears that threatened to fall. For once in her life she had no clue. As a muggle-born she had no knowledge about the wizarding world's faith or religion.
The two sat there; Hermione holding onto the raven haired boy. Said boy slightly shaking. "What happened?" Both friends looked up to find one Draco Malfoy closing in on them with a concerned look.
"It's alright 'Mione. Draco and I have come to some kind of truce." Harry whispered to the shocked girl. "Ron was being a big old git as per usual." Hermione explained, not exactly trusting the young Malfoy. The blonde haired boy merely snorted.
"That's nothing new." he said. "But what did he say exactly?" his face softened when he looked at the forlorn emerald eyed boy. "To sum it up Ron was insinuating that this-this god or whatever that Harry is supposed to be is evil like you-know-who." The girl frowned in a way that would put most mother hen's to shame.
Draco's face darkened. "With all do respect, the Weasley is an absolute moron." the steel eyed aristocrat sat down at the opposite side of their table.
"Listen Harry. Asclepius wasn't an evil god. I would be lying if I said he wasn't entirely evil but for the most part he was a god of medicine and healing first before a god of vindication."
Draco noticed how the Granger girl looked go smacked. His explanation seemed to go the two some help. "Thank you." she mouthed when Harry smiled. Draco nodded his head in inclination; over all feeling better about himself.
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Author's note: Just so that everyone knows I do like Ron but I'm not too fond of his jealousy or his cowardice portrayed in the books. Sorry if it offends some people.