The Engagement
It was a peaceful Sunday lunch at the Burrow. They were celebrating their Hogwarts graduation – well, Ginny was celebrating finally getting a holiday – with everyone. Even with the engagement broken up, 'everyone' included Draco and his family. Molly was deeply saddened by the cancellation for she already had adopted Draco. But she was appeased by Harry's and Draco's continued relationship.
Arthur and Lucius were making awkward small talk while staring intently at a rubber duck as if it was the most mysterious thing in the world.
Sirius was outside, chasing garden gnomes and Weasleys (plus Harry) alternatingly in his animagus form.
Narcissa and Draco stood in the shade provided by an oak tree with Hermione, sipping leomande.
Molly shouted that lunch was ready and everyone ran inside. When everybody had their plates loaded to the brim, she let her gaze run over her family in satisfaction. So many members and so full of life; that's how it was supposed to be. But then, something caught her eye.
“Draco, dear, what is that on your finger?” Molly queried curiously over the chaos at the table. Everything stilled and all eyes turned to the now blushing blonde.
“Oh, isn’t that the ring from the engagement? You still have that?” Hermione asked.
Lucius stiffened as always when that 'incident' came up. Though Draco had maintained his relationship with Potter, it wasn’t set in stone like an engagement would have been. So, the cancellation was still a sore subject.
“Why, yes, it’s the same ring.” Draco said nonchalantly and took another bite of potato mash.
“But why are you wearing it now?” Hermione tried again.
“I always wore it, just under a shirt on my necklace.” Draco answered, blinking innocently at his bushy haired friend who was running out of patience. She really hated not knowing.
“Yes,” she hissed. “But why are you wearing it on your finger now?”
“Oh,” Draco chuckled and held his ringed hand to his mouth elegantly to show off. “That. Well, funny story. Harry and I were just having this lovely picnic at the black lake on our last schoolday, and then he proposed, out of the blue.” He drawled sarcastically, giving Harry an exasperated but fond look. “Never expected that, with Dobby chasing me trough the castle to get me to go on a date with Harry – at least he didn’t dance. But, oh boy, he sang. Anyway, Harry wasn't very subtle. I mean, there were candles everywhere! Candle lights leading to the lake, candles all around the lake, candles floating in the air. And, well, I said yes, of course. Though Harry really is an idiot. He should know better than to ask Dobby for help preparing a proposal, and –“ he was cut off by squeals and shouts of congratulation.
But no one was as loud as Lucius who screamed “Yes! Fucking finally!” He reached into his jacket. Then, he patted Harry on the shoulder to show him some papers. “I knew it would happen sooner or later. But fret not, I’ve come prepared. You just need to sign here.” He said to a flabbergasted Harry. Sirius promptly set the papers on fire.