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It had only been three years since the war ended and things seemed to have resettled themselves into the way they were before the Dark Lord's return. The school was repaired and reopened with McGonagall at the helm, the ministry was back in order, and with Kingsley Shackelbolt as the new Minister of Magic, the future looked promising despite rumors of Unspeakable activities in the Americas. Diagon Alley bustled with activity as Christmas shoppers hurried from store to store to buy their last minute gifts. The snow covered ground crunched beneath a hundred pairs of winter boots and the lighted Christmas trees glittered with a thousand different colors. Carolers sang old familiar songs with cups of bluebell fire to warm their glove covered hands and every store as far as the eye could see was trimmed with bows and holly. Everything seemed to be in high spirits with the exception of the solitary, brooding figure of Draco Malfoy as he maneuvered threw the busy crowd. Though his garb was festive with his favorite, deep holiday green, his mood was cold and gray. He glanced at the decorations with a sneer and turned away from the glimmering lights as he made his way down the main street towards Gringotts.
Harry, on the other hand, couldn't have been enjoying himself more. This was by far going to be the best Christmas on record. Spending the holidays with the Weasleys would have been good enough, but this year, even the Dursleys were being unusually considerate and sent him a very nice Christmas card. Dudley and Harry were actually getting along now and went out together for the occasional beer. They were even exchanging gifts this year when Dudley came home from University for the holiday break. But, best of all, Ron was planning on finally proposing to Hermione this Christmas Eve. It was brilliant, and despite his many protests, Harry had finally convinced Ron to let him loan him the money for the ring. After all, they both had jobs as Aurors now, and Ron would be able to pay him back in no time. They had just withdrawn the money from Harry's account at Gringotts when he got a quick jab to the ribs from Ron.
"Ow. What was that for?" But all Ron could do was frown and nod towards the front of the bank were a platinum haired Malfoy was walking up to an open teller.
"What's that git doing here?"
Harry smiled and shook his head. "You say that like you're surprised to see a Malfoy in a Bank."
Unlike Ron, Harry didn't hold as much of a grudge against Draco. He'd seen how much Draco had changed during seventh year and couldn't care less about their Hogwarts rivalry anymore. He just wanted things to be normal now; peaceful and happy.
He pulled on Ron's jacket sleeve to guide him to the door. He didn't want him starting a fight and ruining his day, and they would have made it out the door too if not for Draco's sudden outcry:
"What do you mean my account's empty?!"
"We apologize for any inconvenience, Sir, but your father emptied the account this morning."
"He can't do that!" And though he was whispering as best he could, his fierce words were still loud enough to capture the attention of others in the bank.
"I'm afraid he can, Mr. Malfoy, since he is the primary account holder. However, if you would like to open a personal account, we can start the paperwork now."
Draco stared at the goblin in front of him for a long time without saying anything while the teller waited patiently for a reply. Then he took a few long breaths and ran and hand through his hair to calm himself down.
"Very well," the goblin hopped down from his pedestal and opened a swinging side door for him, "Herald will escort you to the accountant's office."
Draco proudly swept past the goblin and, with Herald leading the way, briskly walked out of sight.
Ron grinned at Harry. "Did you hear that?"
Harry just frowned and said nothing as they went back out to the cold December air.
"We have to swing by the shop to tell George."
Harry threw a quick look at Ron. "Why?"
"Why? Because it's hilarious, that's why. I wish I could of heard what the teller was saying. I bet the Ministry's finally caught on that the Malfoy's are really evil and confiscated all their money. Wouldn't that be great?"
"No. It wouldn't be. What do you still have against them anyway? His mother did save my life once you know."
"And we saved Draco's."
"Yeah, but—but think about all the charities Malfoy and his father have had for victims of the war. He's done allot of good lately."
Ron stopped and gaped at him. "You can't be serious. You don't really buy that garbage do you? Their just acting nice so they don't get thrown into Azkaban."
Harry stopped and looked down at his feet.
"I can't believe you're defending him."
He kicked the snow a bit before looking back up at Ron. "Do we have to argue about this right now? Can't we just enjoy the rest of the day?"
Ron rolled his eyes. "Alright, but after we get the ring, I'm going to the shop to tell George. At least he'll appreciate the humor in it." And they walked silently to the jewelry store to pick out the ring.
The argument was quickly forgotten amid the confusion of ring shopping. Ron had been smart enough to ask Ginny to browse jewelry magazines with Hermione to pick out the perfect engagement ring, but he never thought about what size she was. Ron somberly looked at the sizing bands and tried to guess which one would fit her finger best.
"I don't know about all of this. I didn't know fingers came in sizes." And the store clerk stared impatiently at the ceiling.
Harry shrugged. "Why can't you just buy a ring and adjust the size later. Shrink it or something."
The store clerk looked at Harry like he just slapped his face and insulted his mother.
"Our jewels cannot be altered, Sir, and if you're looking for something like that perhaps you should try buying your ring from a Knockturn Alley street peddler instead." Even Ron looked at Harry a little dumbfounded.
"Merlin, Harry, as an Auror you should know that."
"Know what?" Harry just looked confused and a little annoyed at, once again, being the muggle raised idiot who didn't know what the hell he was talking about. Ron smiled trying not to have Harry get mad at him again.
"Real gems are charmed by Ministry regulators to keep people from enlarging them."
"Cause they'd lose their value or something like that. I don't really remember."
The store clerk audibly scoffed and Harry threw him a dirty look.
"I don't remember going over that at the academy."
"We didn't. I only know that 'cause I thought it would be a great way to get rich when I was a kid."
Harry laughed. "You would."
"Alright, alright. So, anyway," he said, changing the subject, "I think your pinky is about the same size as 'Mione's ring finger. Which one of these fits your pinky?"
Without really thinking about what he was doing, Harry held out his hand for Ron to try the different rings on him. After the second ring or so, a hauntingly familiar voice chuckled from the doorway.
"Always knew you two were a little off. So when's the big day?" And there was Malfoy, leaning casually against the door frame, arms crossed, and looking exceptionally pleased with himself.
After being told he needed a deposit, of all things, before he could open his personal account, Draco had stormed out of the bank in a worse mood than when he'd gone into it. What a day! And he was just recalling the indignity he'd had to suffer through on having his purchase denied that morning when he saw something that instantly lifted his spirits.
Ron's blood boiled as his face turned brilliantly red. "What the hell's that supposed to mean, Malfoy?"
Harry immediately took back his hand and took off the ring. "The ring's for Hermione."
Draco's smirk only broadened as a slight blush rose on Harry's cheeks.
"Sure it is, Potter. No need to explain, though. I'm happy for you both; really."
Ron could barely keep himself from lunging forward and punching the satisfied look off of Draco's smug face.
"Sod off, Malfoy. At least I have the money to buy a ring."
For a moment, Draco's cocky smile disappeared, but his arrogant facade quickly returned as he stepped forward and purposefully invaded Ron's personal space.
"I'm impressed, Weasel, I didn't think you knew how to get into a bank." His smirk turned into a sneer as he looked down his nose at him and his ghastly apparel. "Was it your first time?"
It was his first time actually, but that was besides the point and Ron was just about to lose it and attack him when Harry quickly grabbed him and held him back.
"We don't want a fight, Malfoy."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" He leaned in, hoping to get a rise out of Potter if he got too close. "How … disappointing."
He leaned in so much that their noses were almost touching. Ron leaned away as much as he could, but Harry kept eye contact and held his ground; silently daring him to come closer. Draco's eyes narrowed in careful scrutiny, but it wasn't long until he realized Harry wasn't going to take the bait. He stepped back and absently checked his nails for any imperfections.
"What a pity. And here I was hoping for a more satisfactory reunion. I used to greatly enjoy our little spats, you know. Well, they gave me something to do anyway, but if you're not interested I suppose I had best be on my way." And as he turned to leave, he hesitated and looked over his shoulder at the strange couple before harrumphing at them and walking out the door.