Five Years Later
“Miss Weasley, will you put this on Ms. Prudett’s desk on the way out?” Sylvester Ollivander handed her a letter.
“Of course, Mr. Ollivander.” Dom took the letter, gathered up all her stuff and made her way out the door.
She dropped the letter onto the old lady’s desk as she left the office. She stepped into the fireplace and spun away.
“Cal, I’m home!” Dom yelled into the flat.
“Hey Kitty Kat, I was just getting ready. Your mum said we have to be there at 6:00,” Cal called back.
Dom checked her watch. It was 5:30. She dropped her stuff and ran back to their room. She ripped a dress off the hanger and threw it on.
“Slow down, Dom.” Cal wrapped his hands around her waist.
“Cal, we can’t be late. I’d be a terrible godmother if I was late for Isabelle’s fifth birthday.”
Cal took her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Dom took one second to look at Cal. He had barely changed since Hogwarts. He was still outgoing, nice, and charming. His hair was still short and had been since the prank. The only difference was scruffy stubble on his face. An addition that Dom thought added to his charm. Looking at him now, it was still hard to believe he was hers. Right after they had gotten back together, the road had been bumpy but as Shakespeare wrote, “The course of true love never did run smooth.” The family had been happy for them to get back together. Roxy still occasionally glared at Dom but for the most part Roxy had stopped causing trouble.
“Blaming me for making us late while you stand here and stare at me,” Cal mocked.
Dom broke out of her trance. “Sorry, I’m coming just let me find some shoes. Can you grab the present from the guest room?”
“Of course, love, I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.”
Dom quickly found the right pair of shoes and slid them on. Cal was standing in the kitchen the present at his feet. For little Isabelle’s birthday, Dom and Cal were giving her furniture to go in a dollhouse that Fleur and Bill were giving her. Cal took Dom’s hand and they apparated to Teddy and Victoire’s house.
“Auntie Dom, you are here. Mummy said you would be late.” Isabelle smiled at the couple.
Isabelle was an adorable five year old with strawberry blonde hair and big blue eyes. She had a smile that only Victoire could resist.
“I would never be late for your birthday,” Dom said.
Cal picked up and put Isabelle on his shoulder. “How are you, Miss Birthday Girl?”
Isabelle screamed with mirth.
“Is that you, Dominique?” Victoire yelled from the children’s play room. “Come back here!”
Dom rolled her eyes and followed Cal to the playroom. Having a kid had only made Victoire bossier.
Most of the family was already there. James, Fred, and Molly were not to be seen. Wrapping paper and new toys littered the floor.
“Can I open my present from you now?” Isabelle asked.
“Course you can,” Cal answered.
Cal and Dom sat down next to Rose and Albus as they watched Isabelle’s face light up in joy at the present. She gave both Dom and Cal a hug and then went off to play with her toys.
The adults sat around talking and Dom lay against Cal’s shoulder barely paying attention to what anyone was saying. It had been a long day at work. They had to speed up their work pace with the start of a new school year approaching.
An hour or two later, James and Fred came in.
“If everyone would come outside, we have a fireworks display,” James announced.
“Oh, and sorry for being late,” Fred added.
Cal helped Dom up and then went over and secretively talked to James and Fred before coming back to Dom’s side.
The fireworks were a hit with Isabelle. The first one was a birthday cake, then normal ones, and then various animals. Everyone clapped for them.
“For our finale would Dom come stand at the front,” Fred said.
Dom hesitantly came to the front. She stood there looking up at the sky waiting for something to happen.
The sky burst into lights of all colors. The display was amazing. Once the initial works faded, letters in the sky read: “Marry me, Kitty Kat?”
Dom gasped. Cal stood bent on one knee in front of her. In his hand was a ring. Behind her back, she could hear her relatives gasping and whispering.
“What do you say, Dominique Weasley? Would you like to be known as Dom Blue?”
Dom’s heart pounded in her chest.
“I think that that sounds lovely.”
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