“You could have started some tea,” Draco’s gruff voice startled Ginny. She smiled at him, and handed him his first gift. He unwrapped it quickly, and pushed aside the packing peanuts. At the bottom of the box, he pulled out a rolled-together piece of fabric, and unraveled it. His voice was no longer gruff, but rather slightly strangled as he said to her, “This is never going to fit.”
Ginny grabbed the lacy fabric and laughed. “Honey, that’s because you’re not supposed to wear it.”
Soon everything was unwrapped, but there was no ring that Ginny had been hoping for.
Ginny grabbed the lacy fabric and laughed. “Honey, that’s because you’re not supposed to wear it.”
Soon everything was unwrapped, but there was no ring that Ginny had been hoping for.
To Be Continued.
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