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“Listen, Harry, I’m sorry about what I said earlier.”

Harry blinked. What?

“I’m not saying I won’t have some problems with you and Malfoy. And I can’t promise to suddenly like him or anything. But I’m not going to stop you from living your life…and if that means letting you marry Malfoy, then I’ll let you do it.”

Harry was shocked. “That’s…thanks Ron.”

Ron grinned sheepishly. “No problem, Harry.”

Draco was calmer when he emerged, dripping, from his shower…but not much calmer. If he was surprised to see Harry waiting for him when he entered the bedroom, he didn’t show it.

“What are you grinning at?”

“You talked to Ron.”

“If that’s what you call talking, Harry, then I wonder what you call arguing or throwing insults at each other.”

Harry just shrugged and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. “He said not to expect him to suddenly be friends with you but he’s ok with our engagement.”

Draco rolled his eyes as he sat on the foot of the bed to finally finish the work he’d been planning to do before the Weasel had shown up. “I’ll tell you not to expect us ever to be friends, but hopefully you understand that already.”

“Did I ever ask you to be friends?” Harry grinned lopsidedly. “That would be asking for a miracle. I might as well ask Voldemort to go kill himself for me while I’m at it.”

Draco couldn’t help the smirk. “I always thought spontaneous combustion would be a good way for him to die.”

Harry laughed at the idea as Draco began to sketch his arithmancy problem. “Hermione had an idea about how to get back at Rita Skeeter for that article before.”

“Really? Do tell.” Draco frowned absently as he began to take the rudimentary equation and expand it to fit the problem.

“She and some others are going to write articles about us. Detailed ones, with details that only they can get because they’re our peers. Then they’re going to sell them to different publications with the agreement that for continued information on us none of Rita Skeeter’s articles can be published by those publications.”

“Sounds good…wait, what?” Draco looked up from his calculations.

“You agreed to it. Too late to back out now.” Harry grinned.

Draco sighed. “Whatever. As long as I get to see these articles before they’re published.” And he went back to his calculations.