Saturday Afternoon
31 October 2009
Micah's POV
"Merlin, what do you suppose Malfoy said to Harry up there?" Ron asked, all of our attention riveted to the spot where Harry and Draco had been standing just seconds earlier, Harry having practically collapsed into Draco's arms as soon as the game was declared over.
"You probably don't want to know," Ginny replied with a laugh as we all turned and began walking back towards the Burrow. "Malfoy's got quite the mouth on him."
"Oh yeah? How would you know?" George countered teasingly.
"Harry tells me things," Ginny confessed. "And, since we absolutely told Harry to distract Malfoy, my guess is your team did the same with Malfoy, and my guess is Malfoy won."
We came over the hill, and the large tent came into view, the teetery Burrow looming in the background.
Molly was finishing the setup with Arthur's help, both of them swirling and swishing their wands to send garlands, wreaths, and tiny fairy lights to hang themselves artfully around the tent.
"Hello everyone! Did you enjoy your game? Who won?" Molly asked as we gathered beneath the tent.
"We tied," George replied.
"Well, I'd say a tie against the likes of Harry and Charlie is something to be proud of, anyway," she reasoned.
"Yeah, we told Malfoy to distract Harry to even it out a little," Ron explained, and Molly gave him a look, then glanced around at our group with a little frown.
"Where is Harry?" she asked. "And Dr..."
"Draco distracted him," Bill smirked as he sauntered up to the round table holding all the photographs, pausing before the photo of his younger brother and smiling softly.
"Do you really think they might come?" he asked, flicking his gaze over to Fleur, who nodded emphatically.
"Absolutely," she replied. "I cannot say who, so don't get your hopes up about Fred, but I am sure someone will.
"The veil is thinner than it has been in over thirty years, and with Draco here to help me with the ceremony, it is almost guaranteed."
"Damn, Draco's, like, wicked powerful, isn't he?" I murmured. "Is he, like, Harry powerful?"
"No," Hermione spoke up almost immediately, shaking her head, although the looks of contemplation on some of the others' faces made me doubt this.
"I mean, yes, he is very powerful. One of the most powerful in Britain, without a doubt, but...but... ugh, what am I trying to say..." Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and sort of bounced in place as she gathered her thoughts, and I giggled a little.
I loved how Hermione's brain always seemed to be running at full speed and how she sometimes struggled to spit out all the information it was processing.
"A family like the one Draco grew up in," Hermione began again, more slowly this time. "I mean, the Malfoys are one of the oldest wizarding families in Britain."
"If not the oldest," Arthur piped up. "His great-great-great-great, however many generations back, grandfather came with William the Conqueror back in 1066. They say the Norman invasion would never have succeeded without Armand Malfoy's help."
"And a nice, big ol' manor in Wiltshire and a fancy title he got for all his trouble, too," Molly added, rolling her eyes.
Ginny glanced over at me to make sure I was following, and I grinned.
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