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Amid the laughing voices of family and friends, the parchment in her pocket felt like an intruder, the message within burning her fingers every time she brushed against it.
Which she did.
Often.
Every time Ron drank or said something. Every time Hugo cried. Every time Molly dropped hints about them having another child.
The moment she'd received the note, dropped carelessly by the sender onto her table at the office, she'd felt restless, wanting and aching for something undefinable. Its author had given her a knowing look as he'd left her room, confidence writ on his face. He'd known she would be unable to resist, that she would want to see what was written inside. To see what he'd offer her.
And so she had opened it.
And now, now the note tempted, lured, seduced, and as she heard yet another Weasley voice out his opinion about the joys of marriage, she started planning her move.