Mia sucked in a breath, shocked that Draco was able to get through the whole
speech without a single insult.
"You can aim a wand, can't you?"
Almost. Mia sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Ron was smirking. "You want a favour, Malfoy? From me?"
Draco narrowed his eyes. "I wouldn't call it that."
"Fine." Ron shrugged when Mia gave them both warning looks. "I'll look after your
girlfriend."
"Fiancée," Draco corrected.
"Whatever, Malfoy."
Mia smiled in relief. "Now shake hands."
"What?" Both turned and stared at her.
"It's proper. You've just made a deal with one another. You don't have to be friends,
but this is, at the very least, a truce," she said, stepping back to allow them room.
Begrudgingly, both wizards decided to take the high road and shake hands.
Cameras flashed.
Mia grinned.
HOUSE PREJUDICES PUT ASIDE.
WAR HEROES SET EXAMPLE FOR US ALL!Draco scowled at Mia. "Are you happy?"
"I will be once you do the same thing with Harry."
"May I ask what you were doing with Astoria's sister and Weasley?"
"Nothing important," she insisted. "Just making sure I don't ever have to tolerate
Lavender Brown for Sunday dinners at the Burrow."