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“Why are you wearing—”

“I’m engaged,” Harry said quietly.

Vernon was rapidly turning colors as he looked at the band of gold, and he was about to speak when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Harry said quickly.

“No you will not, boy!” Vernon yelled, pushing Harry out of the way as he headed for the door. Harry rubbed his shoulder where it had hit the wall as he followed his uncle, aunt, and cousin to the door.

A man in a three-piece muggle suit stood at the door with a slightly hidden look of distain on his face.

“Is this the house of a Mister Harry Potter?” he asked.

Harry watched his aunt and uncle exchange looks before looking back at him.

“No Harry Potter lives here,” Vernon stated gruffly.

The man raised an eyebrow, looked past the Dursleys to Harry and then replied, “I shall tell Lord Malfoy this is the house.”

He turned and walked down the driveway to where a stretch limousine was waiting on the curb. He opened the door and Harry watched as Draco, dressed in full wizarding robes, stepped out and made his way up to the house.

Harry couldn’t help grinning as Draco appeared as if he was looking down at his aunt and uncle even though they were taller than he was. “You are Mr. and Mrs. Dursley?” He drawled.

“Yes.”

“Draco Malfoy. Your nephew’s fiancé.”

Draco swept past the Dursleys as if they weren’t standing in the doorway and looked around the foyer with disgust.

“You will leave at once!” Vernon had found his voice again. “I will not tolerate any of your kind in my house!”

Draco turned on his heel to face Harry’s uncle. “If you think for one moment that I will derive any pleasure from living in this hovel, you are gravely mistaken. And I do not care what you will or will not tolerate. In fact, it is you who should care what I will or will not tolerate.”

Vernon sputtered, realizing that they were attracting the attention of the neighbors and slammed the door closed.