“You'll never believe what happened to me today.” Harry and I both say at the same time as I walk into the kitchen later that day.
“Me first, you can tell me about your interview next.” Harry says, holding up a piece of parchment. “You know I've been writing Draco Malfoy lately, right.”
“Right.” I say, nodding as I sit.
“Well, I think he just asked me out.” He says, handing me the letter. I scan through it, to the part he's referring to and I start laughing.
“It looks like we both got asked out by a Malfoy today.” I tell him.
“Draco asked you out too?” Harry asks, both confused and hurt.
“No no. His father.” I explain quickly.
“Wait what!” Harry exclaims, nearly falling out of his chair. “What about Narcissa?”
“Apparently he's divorcing her.” I say shrugging.
“And you just agreed? Like that?” He asks, snapping his fingers.
“Isn't that what you did with Draco?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. He stutters for a second before responding.
“But Draco's our age, his father is old enough to be, well our father.” He argues. “Besides, I haven't actually agreed.” He says, blushing slightly.
“You will.” I say certainly. “Age is a bit different here in the wizarding world than it was in the Muggle world. Muggles are lucky if they can make it to eighty. Wizards can live three times that long, easily, so age differences aren't as big of a deal.” I inform him.
“Did you research that before or after he asked you out?” Harry asks grinning.
“Oh shut up.” I smack him lightly as he makes fun of me again.
“Just be careful.” He tells me, going serious again.
“Of course, but if I don't go back out there, I will end up being the lonely, crazy, old witch with fifty cats.” I tell him. “The same goes for you too.”
“If I agree to go out with him.” He points out again.
“You will.” I repeat.
“And if I don't?” He asks.
“If you don't, you won't get the chance with that gorgeous prat, I believe is what you called him.” I tease as his blush deepens. “He wouldn't have asked if he wasn't interested. He's obviously interested. Plus, after all those years of hating each other, you can be pretty sure he isn't interested in your titles or wealth.”
“That's the truth. He still makes fun of my titles even in his letters.” Harry says laughing. “He has plenty of his own money too.”
“All those years of hate, you know he's passionate too.” I tease some more and his blush deepens again.
“Alright, alright, I'm writing back with my acceptance right now.” He says, summoning a piece of parchment and quill.
