Fleur waved her wand, dishes and cutlery rose from the table and collected themselves in the air to drift as one to the kitchen. She followed, trailing a hand across Harry's shoulder as she went, and he leaned into the touch slightly. Ginny watched the interaction with narrowed eyes, safe in her scrutiny now that Fleur's back was turned.
"How's things with the Weasleys?" Harry asked, traces of his smile still lingering even in the absence of his love.
"Good," Ginny said cooly, he was barely paying attention to her, and she leaned in her seat slightly to get a look down the hall. She wasn't on her way back yet. Ginny leaned over the table, one hand resting in its middle, if only it were so easy to reach out to him. She continued in low tones, furtive eyes flitting toward the hall regularly. "Harry, everyone's worried, we haven't heard from you in months-"
"Has it been that long?" He laughed, he was not whispering like her, and it set her jaw to clenching as his words thundered in the quite space. "Time flies eh?" He was still chuckling, supremely unconcerned.
"Harry-" She started urgently, still hissing at him in the quiet dining room.
"A night cap, non?" Fleur returned then, cutting off Ginnys attempt at getting through to him. She had three flutes of evervescent drink floating around her. Ginny's drifted over to her, and she took it absently, her eyes trained on the glass Fleur was handing to Harry.
"To love, friends, and family." Fleur pronounced and Harry downed his off-colored champagne in one go. Ginny raised hers to her lips but did not drink. She watched, disgusted, as Harry turned love drunk eyes onto the French whore that had run through her family and ruined everything.
"Well, I'd better be off." Ginny said, in clipped tones, as she set her untouched glass down.
"So soon?" Fleur simpered, taking her eyes off the hero of Britain. She gave Ginny a smile, full and gloating, as she ran her fingers through Harrys hair. "Harry will see you out." He stood dutifully, moving toward the hall, and Fleur was picking up Ginny's drink and downing it when she tossed a final resentful look back into the dining room. Brown eyes met blue, and blue twinkled with unfettered mirth as brown burned with hatred.
"Harry you have to come with me." Ginny implored at the door, reaching out to take his hand. She knew it was for naught though, because even as he laughed at her suggestion she could hear a tinkling laugh echo his own from inside the house. Then the door was closed.