Amber eyes met grey, and she leant forward and kissed him while he slipped her
Grandmother Black's opal engagement ring on her finger.
October 14th, 1998There was a time when a family gathering would have meant a large dinner at the
Burrow surrounded by Weasleys. As it was, the only Weasley present was on Harry's arm
as their large group approached the small restaurant in Diagon Alley.
They had gone in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week, and had owled
ahead for proper reservations, arriving separately on the alley to avoid causing a stir of
attention. Thankfully they had managed thus far to avoid any photographers, and Mia
hoped that getting inside the restaurant would be a quick event. It would have been, of
course, had the hostess not caught sight of Draco's face and gasped as though she was
standing in front of Voldemort himself.
"One moment," she said nervously before darting back behind a door and returning
with a portly wizard with greying brown hair, who ignored the entire party, save for the
blond at the back. "We don't serve his kind! Bloody Death Eaters!"
"Excuse me?" Ginny asked, eyes narrowed.
"I beg your pardon, sir?" Both Narcissa and Andromeda hissed.
"I'll take care of this," Mia said calmly and turned back to the manager, smiling up
at him politely. "I'm so sorry about my companions. I completely understand you have
issues; the war was hard on all of us. Can I ask, do you serve our kind? War heroes?" She
gestured to herself and Harry—noticeably, the most famous of the group—and ignored
the way Harry's face scrunched up in distaste.
The man flushed as he suddenly recognised them both. "Bloody hell... Harry
Potter. Of course we serve war heroes!"
Behind her, Mia could feel the heat coming off of Harry's face in waves, and if she
turned to look around, she knew she likely would spot Draco glaring at him. She was
pleased to know that Draco would not do anything embarrassing in front of his mother