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Pushing the rest of his dessert in Crabbe’s direction, Draco stood up from the Slytherin table and followed Harry.

Harry walked down to the lake, completely unaware of the Veriae following him at a distance. He was torn between several emotions which were battling for control anger at Ron assuming that his engagement with Draco wasn’t real, worry because maybe Ron was right, fear that Ron was right, self-loathing for being upset at Ron because there was no way Ron could have known Harry’s feelings about the engagement. It wasn’t as if Harry had told him. But how could he? From his reaction that afternoon, it was obvious that Ron was not ready to understand how his feelings for Draco had changed. Ron hadn’t gone through what Harry had, so of course he couldn’t understand this shift of emotion.

Harry sighed, shivering against the cold night air. And what would he do next? What could he do next? He knew that if he waited and didn’t tell Ron it would just make things worse later. Ron would find out from someone else or in some other way and then he would feel that Harry had not trusted him, or worse betrayed him.

And then what if Ron was right? Draco had seemed serious. Very serious. And before that, when he’d brought up the option of engagement the first time, Draco wouldn’t even think of it because he didn’t want to have a fake engagement. But…Draco had never actually said they were truly getting married. They hadn’t talked about it at all in fact.

“You know, I’m almost positive that it’s been proven that standing around outside without warm clothing leads to problems with your health. But I could be wrong,” a voice drawled from behind him and Harry looked up to see Draco watching him looking bemused.

“I needed to think about something,” Harry muttered turning back to look at the lake.

“Does your mind not work unless it’s below freezing? Come to think of it, that would explain a lot.”

In spite of himself Harry grinned at Draco’s comment as the blond moved to stand beside him.

“So what did they do this time?” Draco asked after a moment.

“What?”

Draco sighed. “It’s obvious that something happened either before or during dinner to make you this way, and you were up in the Gryffindor Tower before that. So what did they do?” He explained as if he were speaking to someone who does not think very fast.

“Ron…said something.”

“Ah, Weasel. I should have guessed.”

“Don’t call him that.”

“When he’s making you upset I’ll call him what I want.”

“I’m not upset.”

“Of course, and that’s why you’re standing out here attempting to freeze yourself.”

“He really didn’t say anything…much. He just saw the engagement ring and asked me at what date we were going to break it off.”

Draco glared at the snow on the ground as if it were offending him. “How uncouth.”