AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just a preview of the actual story. I'll upload the actual thing only if i get positive responses to this one. This story is a fast-paced humourous riot. So please review this and tell me what you think. :)

It was a bright Saturday afternoon in the Grimmauld Place. Harry was lazing around in his living room, propped up on his sofa, feet on the arm rest and the Daily Prophet in his hands. The house had been given a thorough cleaning courtesy of Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. They had finally got the place looking like a home. Hermione had finally managed to remove the portrait of Mrs. Black, but the enchantment on the portrait was so strong that as soon as it was removed, it chose a different wall. But, what was important was that it was neither visible nor audible.

There was a faint pop sound, causing Harry to lower the paper and glance at his fire place. Ginny materialized. She had a bright smile plastered on her face. She approached Harry in two strides and planted a kiss.

"Hello!" She said cheerfully, smacking his feet off the arm rest.

"Hey!" Harry sat, scooting. He folded the paper and threw it onto the closest table. Before either of them could continue the conversation, there was a loud squawking sound from outside the window. Harry hurried over to the window and slide the glass open and let the elegant creature swoop into his house. The owl landed next to Ginny with its leg outstretched. She untied the string, revealing an envelope.

The creature took flight and Harry reshut the window and sat down next to his fiancée. He watched as her delicate fingers pulled out the pale parchment from inside the envelope, her smile faded into a more puzzled expression.

"Well?" He asked glancing at the discarded envelope. He couldn't recognize the handwriting.

"It's a wedding invite," She said, passing the parchment to Harry. "From Blaise Zabini!"

"Zabini!" Harry exclaimed, finally understanding Ginny's surprised expression. "I'm shocked!"

"When is it?" Ginny asked.

"What does it matter?"

"We obviously have to go! It won't look nice if we didn't."

"What!" Harry said hysterically, jumping off the sofa clutching the invite and waving it maniacally over his head. "If Cho sent us an invite to her wedding would we go?"

"No!" Ginny said raising her voice. "But how does that make any sense seeing as I never dated Blaise!"

"Don't act all innocent on me! He bloody fancied you all through Hogwarts!"

"I…" This caught Ginny off guard. She hadn't known this piece of information. "How'd you know?" She said rather softly.

"I overheard it I guess," He said, unable to recall. He regained his composure. "So it's settled then. We aren't going."

"We have to Harry!" Ginny pleaded. "What difference does it make now? We're practically married anyways. It'll be like a reunion."

Harry grunted in response.

"We'll get to see what those low-life Slytherin losers are doing in life!"

This thought seemed to cheer him up. He agreed and somehow found himself agreeing to taking her shopping to buy clothes for the wedding. Something told him it was going to be as easy as it sounded...