Marriage?

"The General Counter-Spell -Spell, its incantation: Finite / Finite Incantatem is a universal Finite Incantatem -spell."

"Once you're proficient, you can use the former, Finite (finalize)."

"Harry, does this spell work against the Weather Charm?" Professor Flitwick asked Harry.

"It's useful, but not entirely. The General Counter-Spell can stop the effects of most spells, such as the Soft Leg Jinx and the Dancing Feet Jinx, but it has no significant effect on more complex Weather Charm."

"At this point, we need to use the Cloud-Dispelling Charm —the counter to the Weather Charm," Harry said after a moment's thought.

"Excellent, Ravenclaw 5 points!"

The bell rang, and Professor Flitwick jumped down from the stack of books.

"Homework: Write a one-foot essay on the General Counter-Spell," Professor Flitwick concluded.

"Feet! Feet! After second grade, the length of our homework became feet!"

"I've almost forgotten how to write a 7-inch essay—I always end up writing it too long without realizing it!" Ron complained in a low voice.

Ron would say this every time—after assigning homework, Harry would hear it so often.

Duo's hands are practically calloused.

But in order to prevent Ron from remembering his and Ginny's situation, he had to pretend to complain along with him.

"Harry!" A fiery red figure burst out from the crowd and crashed into his arms.

There are people here!

"Ginny, as your brother, I think I need to discipline you." Ron picked up Ginny, like he was carrying a puppy, and pulled Ginny out of Harry's arms.

The students around immediately applauded.

As Ron faced the applause, his attention-seeking nature made him instinctively straighten his back and hold his head high, but the next second, he realized why.

"What's the matter?"

"What's wrong with me hugging and cuddling with my boyfriend?" Ginny said. Harry almost applauded.

But he glanced at Ron and still maintained a blank expression.

Meanwhile, Ron pulled Ginny along, and Ginny pulled him toward a secluded place.

"I don't care what you do in private, but you should be more careful in front of so many people." Ron's tone softened.

After all, it was Harry with her sister, not Michael or Dean or anyone like that.

Harry, standing nearby, couldn't help but nod in agreement; in his opinion, this was quite good.

But Ginny was clearly dissatisfied. "So what if they're in front of other people?"

"I've heard all that. You especially like to make up stories in front of a lot of people— Ollivander's wand that can't find its owner; the Phoenix and the Demiguise that saved Ravenclaw; playing a leading role in the team that defeated Voldemort."

"You're embarrassed when it comes to me and Harry?" Ginny scoffed.

Ron babbled, he couldn't believe his usually obedient sister dared to speak to him like that.

Harry's green eyes widened too. It was Ginny —it was truly, truly amazing!

"This is not the same! Yes, it's different."

"Be careful, or I might write a letter to Mom!"

"You're saying you're in a relationship?" Ron stammered after regaining his senses.

"Ron, you made up the term 'puppy love,' didn't you?" Harry chimed in from the side.

"You're just jealous! You've never hugged or kissed anyone in your life, just because you've only ever been kissed by our Aunt Muriel since you were a child—"

"You think you're the only one who can write letters? Mom and Dad probably already knew about this—from Percy's letters!"

"They'd love to accept Harry as part of our family—we're going to hug and cuddle—and then get married right after graduation, just like Harry's mom and dad, and my mom and dad!" Ron's readiness to tattle clearly angered Ginny, to the point that Ginny started rambling incoherently.

"Get married!" Ron and Harry said in unison.

"You two are getting married!" It was Myrtle; she must have just arrived.

Tears streamed down Myrtle's face, and she covered her face with them before burying her head in the ground.

Before Harry and the others could even be surprised by Myrtle's appearance, another voice came from behind Harry, "Are you getting married?"

"How did you find me?!" Ron was almost out of breath. It was Draco.

"It was Nicholas. He pointed out the way and said you should go this way."

"But I didn't mishear, did I? Who's going to marry Harry? You or Ginny?" Draco grinned wickedly.

Ron's face turned a deep red with anger. "Of course it's Ginny!"

"You agreed!" Ginny jumped up with joy.

"No, it wasn't me—I just—"

It's all your fault!

"Damn Malfoy!"

"What are you doing here?" Ron didn't know what to say, so he turned his attention to Draco.

He only reluctantly agreed to let Ginny date Harry, how did it get to marriage?!

"Didn't Harry faint today?"

"I wonder if he's having another dream about Voldemort."

"After all—" Draco was interrupted by Ginny before he could finish speaking.

"What?"

"What dream?"

"It's related to Voldemort!"

"Harry, are you alright?" Ginny looked terrified and leaned against Harry, touching Harry all over to check his body.

"I'm fine."

"Dumbledore knows about this too," Harry said, half pleased and half embarrassed.

He thought it would be better if Ron and Draco weren't here.

Maybe he can get closer to Ginny.

Ginny calmed down after hearing Dumbledore's name.

"You weren't faking that?"

"I thought you were faking it, just like everyone else, trying to get me to agree to your relationship with Ginny." Seeing that Ginny didn't know about it either, Ron belatedly realized what was going on.

"No way!"

"Harry, you forgot about your dream about Voldemort because of Ginny?" Draco asked incredulously.

"I think so." Harry nodded awkwardly.

He slowly began to recount the contents of his dream.

"So, Voldemort had an inside man at Hogwarts!"

"And there are 'kids' too!"

"That person is still a student!" Ron rubbed his fiery red hair, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"I know that Walton Macnair."

He was one of Voldemort's first Death Eaters and participated in the First Wizarding War. After Voldemort's downfall, he claimed that he was under the Imperius Curse and therefore was not imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Uh, just like my dad." Draco lowered his head, not daring to look at Harry and the others.

"It's different, I think it's different."

"Your father is one of ours now."

"I know that Macnair too. He works at the Ministry of Magic —killing wild beasts that threaten wizards."

"My uncle's Kneazle was almost killed by him because it accidentally caught a little wizard who was throwing stones at him."

"Luckily Jason (the Kneazle's name) ran away on his own," Ron said gloomily.