100Hello, everybody! I'm back with my second fanfiction! Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, I don't own anything…
To Ronald and Hermione Weasley
You are invited to the Hogwarts 5th year reunion!
Only those who were in their final year five years ago may attend.
The exception is spouses/fiancées.
If you are able to attend, please come to Hogwarts grounds on Saturday, August 20.
The reunion will be from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm.,
A teacher will open the gates for you.
We hope to see you there.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. Congratulations on your recent marriage.
Hermione re-read the letter, her smile growing wider with each line. She chuckled to herself.
"What's in the mail today, honey?" Ron appeared in the kitchen doorframe, red hair disheveled.
Hermione walked over to him and held out the letter. "Read it," she said happily, smiling at her husband of six months.
Ron's clear blue eyes scanned the neat, curly handwriting. His face lit up.
"A reunion! That's a brilliant idea!"
"I know," Hermione agreed, eyes shining. "I haven't had a chance to catch up with Luna in ages…"
"In other words, two days," Ron teased her. She snatched the letter and hit him with it playfully.
"Oh, you…!"
Ron laughed. "So, we're going, then?" he asked.
"Of course." Hermione moved to the calendar that hung on the kitchen wall. Her eyes flew to the empty square marked "August 20". She tapped it with her wand and said: "Hogwarts Reunion." Those exact words appeared in the box.
She turned towards the table where Ron was now sitting, re-reading the letter that she had discarded on the counter. He looked up at her.
"That means Ginny'll be able to go, then," he said, indicating the line that specified who could attend.
"Yes, and to think…" Hermione thought back happily to that glorious day, the day that they had feared would never happen…Hermione's eyes dulled slightly as she remembered those terrible times…
"To think what?" Ron asked his wife, puzzled.
"They only got married two months ago, too," Hermione said dreamily. "I was crying at the end…"
"I know you were." Ron gave her his "I'm-not-a-complete-dimwit" look.
Hermione laughed. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"I know that." Ron laughed with her. "I know."
Harry's eyes flew across the letter, soaking up every word. They sparkled in anticipation.
"Hey, Harry," Ginny came up behind him from her spot on their living-room couch and leaned against his shoulder. "What's that?"
Harry turned to her with a smile in his eyes. "We're going to a reunion."
Ginny looked happy and startled at the same time. "A reunion? For Hogwarts?"
Harry nodded.
"Oh, that's fabulous! But…are you sure I'll be able to go?"
Harry smiled at her. "Of course you will. Dumbledore thinks of everything." He showed her the letter.
Ginny clapped her hands excitedly. "Sounds brill! I'll be able to talk to Demelza again! We haven't had a good chat in a long time…"
Harry looked confused. "Didn't you talk to her a few days ago?"
Ginny glared at him and gave no response.
Draco tossed the letter into the fireplace, where it lay, flames licking at the parchment. A reunion! Who needed that? Draco scoffed at how trusting Dumbledore could be. Invite him to the reunion? Bah!
Draco strode over to the ceiling-high window of his flat and looked out over London. He was glad that his father had, at least, left him the entire family fortune. But somehow he still felt an emptiness inside him, no matter how much money he had. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
Five years ago, his master had been vanquished…and it hadn't been easy…he, the sole survivor, had been shunned from the wizard society, which hadn't been such an awful blow, but for some reason, he still felt alone.
He paced in front of the window. Potter would definitely be coming…he'd read in the Daily Prophet about him having married that little Weasley girl. The Weasel would be coming too…with Hermione.
He had also read about another wedding, six months ago. After reading the article, for some reason he was compelled to toss it in the fire. It announced the marriage of Mr Ronald Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger. For some reason this incensed him. Perhaps it was the mere fact that two of his supposed worst enemies were the feature of the article. Maybe it was that the article mentioned Ron having become a top Auror. Yet he'd found himself staring at the small, black-and-white photo of Ron and Hermione standing together, holding hands and waving exuberantly, the ring clearly visible on Hermione's left hand. For a sheer second he'd pictured himself in Ron's place, arm around her. Then he'd shaken his head vigorously, scolded himself for thinking such things, and tossed the paper onto the table. He could not be thinking such things of a Mudblood like her. It was surely a reaction out of his hatred for her. He nodded, as if to reassure himself of this fact.
But he could still go to the reunion, to shake things up…
Excruciatingly short first chapter, I know! This is so not over! I hope you enjoyed it…I'm not very good at writing Draco's POV, but hey, I tried.