Hate and Love

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            Harry sighed. This was going to probably cause more issues that it was worth but he decided to just say fuck it. Reckless had always been what he was good at. Harry lifted his sleeve and showed them his engagement torque.

            Hermione was thoroughly confused as to why a bracelet was causing everyone to lose their minds. "Oh god." Ginny said in a stunned voice.

            Charlie sucked in a surprise squawk and dropped his mouth open in shock. Ron blinked rapidly and just gaped openly. Molly covered her mouth in horror while her husband rubbed his face into one of his hands.

            "Do you know what that is?" Arthur asked calmly. Harry growled deep in his throat startling those at the table.

            "Of course I know what it is. Draco made sure I knew exactly what I was getting into. He explained it and I made the choice to do this. I want a forever with Draco we are happy with this ceremony." Harry said with a fierce glare that had Arthur wincing.

            "Well what is it? I read all about marriage ceremonies and I don't remember there being one with a bracelet." Hermione said with a haughty tone. Well that wasn't entirely true. There was an ancient Himalayan bonding ceremony that used handmade twine but that wasn't like this. Hermione couldn't ever remember coming across this in anything that she had read. It was beautiful but too extravagant for her tastes.  

            Draco rolled his eyes. "Well you wouldn't. It is a pureblood engagement torque."

            Hermione huffed. "It is just like you to prove how much better you are than non-purebloods. In case you have forgotten Harry is a half-blood."

            Draco chuckled in disbelief. "Believe me I didn't forget. You need to take a step back and stop seeing prejudice where there isn't any. It is just what they call it because several generations ago, this was something that purebloods started to ensure that their heirs took the marriage seriously. I was not implying that only purebloods can wear one." Draco said in exhaustion. Dealing with her was making him have a migraine.

            "The torque is a binding magical contract. Once you get engaged you have to follow through with the marriage and it doesn't bond you like a typical marriage would. It ties you to your chosen spouse. It ties your magical cores together and it makes it so that you will be bound together in the afterlife and any reincarnated life as well. Not only that but if one of you dies then the other will shortly follow." Draco explained.

            Hermione looked at Harry with a terrified gleam in her eyes. "Why in the world would you want to perform a ritual like that?" She said in an aghast tone.

            "Because I love Draco and I want to be with him in every life. Not just this one. I don't want to live in a world where Draco isn't alive. This wedding ceremony is perfect for us."

            Molly's eyes filled with tears. "You have ruined yourself from ever being able to connect with your soulmate. Not in this life nor any others. Do you understand what you have done?" She asked hysterically.

            Charlie loathed to agree with his mother on anything right now but he had reservations about this ceremony. He knew that Harry must have thought this through so he couldn't fathom why Harry would want to tie himself to someone that wasn't his soulmate. There was no guarantee he would ever find his mate but to totally take away the chance was a little daunting. Charlie had expected some kind of reaction from Harry... he just didn't expect a smirk. But the smirk wasn't a normal one. It was a smirk that held secrets. Like he knew something that they didn't. This was an odd expression to have after hearing that he would never be able to connect to his soulmate. Charlie looked around to see what his older brother thought of this but was surprised to see a pleased smile on his face. Charlie huffed in confusion. What was going on? He hated to be the last one to understand things. The prats.

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