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Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at the officiant—a nervous-looking wizard in formal robes who'd gone pale as parchment.
"You're going to marry me to Draco Malfoy," Harry said calmly. "Right now."
"I—you can't—this is highly irregular—" the officiant stammered.
"I'm the Head Auror," Harry said, his voice dropping into something cold and dangerous. "I've faced down Death Eaters, dark creatures, and things that would give you nightmares for the rest of your life. I'm also extremely wealthy, well-connected, and not above making your life very difficult if you don't do exactly what I say. So I'll ask again: are you going to marry me to Draco Malfoy?"
The officiant looked at Draco helplessly.
And Draco—Draco laughed.
It was a low, delighted sound that sent shivers down Harry's spine. She stepped over Zacharias's groaning form with the grace of a cat and moved to stand beside Harry, her hand coming to rest on his arm.
"This is the most dramatic thing anyone's ever done for me," she said, her voice rich with amusement.