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Draco frowned thoughtfully. “I think I remember my mother spoke of her once, something about being a disgrace to the family.”

“Her mother married a muggle.”

“That would explain it. But if she’s related to my mother she’s the only other female relative I’ve got.”

“I’ll write to her about it if you want,” Harry offered, adding the names of those in the DA to the list before handing it back to Draco.

“Sure.” Draco scanned down the list of names as Harry made a mental note to ask Tonks to look as Malfoyish as she could to the wedding.

“You put a House Elf on here?” Draco looked up incredulously from where he read Dobby’s name.

Harry shrugged.

Harry realized that the invitations had been sent out when Dobby appeared on top of his Potions assignments, clutching the letter and howling.

“Mister Harry Potter sir! Dobby is so honored to be asked to your wedding like a wizard sir!”

“Um…it’s no problem Dobby,” Harry tried to soothe the House Elf. The door to his and Draco’s bedroom opened and Draco leaned against the doorway in obvious amusement as the House Elf continued to tell Harry how wonderful he was to send a House Elf an invitation. Harry looked up at him with a pleading expression, but Draco shook his head.

“You got yourself into it, you get yourself out,” he spoke under Dobby’s hysterical words.

Harry debated about when to tell Draco about the Dursleys. He realized that he would have to spend enough time with them to renew the protection that they unwittingly gave him for his last summer with them. He was under no illusion that he would be let back into their house once he graduated Hogwarts, not that he would have gone back anyway, but for one more summer he needed that protection. Because of his Veriae bond to Draco, he would either be pulled to where Draco was at night or Draco would be pulled to where he was. That meant Draco would have to spend those same few weeks at the Dursleys with him.

Of course, neither the Dursleys nor Draco would like that. Draco would hate them immediately because the Dursleys were as muggle as you can get, and then because of how they would treat him for being a magical creature, which was certainly worse than being a wizard. For their part, the Dursleys would hate Draco because he was a magical creature pure and simple. But then, if they found out that Draco was his fiancé…well, that was definitely not normal to the Dursleys.

“You’re too quiet. You must be thinking,” Draco commented from where he was finishing up his Ancient Runes essay before bed.

“I’m thinking about the summer.”

“What about the summer?”

“Well, you know how I lived with muggles? I’ll have to go back there for the few weeks before the wedding.”

“No.”