Ronald Weasley sat on the sofa, a cup of tea in one hand and a tasty sandwich in the other, and listened to the last minutes of the game between his beloved chudley canyons and the tornados.

On the chair opposite sat his girlfriend Hermione, who was busy trying to look through a long list of names.

From time to time Hermione threw her boyfriend a dirty look, what Ron, however, not in the slightest disturbed.

120 : 20 – for die Tornados, sighing turned Ron the radio off and stretched himself.

„Heeh, we can still elope!"

This time Ron is receiving a murderous glare.

"It all would not be so bad if your mother and my mother would not become involved in the wedding preparations, I understand that they also would like to participate in it, but sometimes I have the impression that they want to take over the entire planning alone and we just need to say "I do" sighed Hermione.

Sounds like not so bad, thought Ron, but kept these thoughts to himself

"Okay, what is it this time, the color of the table cloths, the decoration… "

"Our guest list!"

Our guest list? I thought we" – Hermione raised her right eyebrow – "I mean, what is wrong with the guest list, which YOU already finished weeks ago?"

"Apparently WE forgot the neighbors, the friends of our friends, important wizards and witches from the ministry, friends of my parents…."

"What?"

"The nice old woman from over the street, your great-great aunt…"

"Stop!"

"Mrs. Smith, the friendly baker from Diagon Alley…"

"Hold on!" Ron took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "How many?"

Hermione looked at the list and whispered: "120!"

„1 2 0 ?"

„Yes"

„…but we want a small wedding!"

"Yes, I know"

"Bloody hell, 120 people"

"Exactly !"

Clearly a "Code Red" in the Granger/Weasley-Household, because usually Hermione hated when Ron swore! 120 guests, Ron had to swallow, 120 people before whom he should hold his vow and a speech: yes, clearly a "Code Red".

"NO - enough is enough, it is our wedding, that we want to celebrate with our closest friends and family members" with these words Ron grabbed a handful floo powder.

Hermione looked up surprised: „Where you are going? "

"I'll go into the burrow and talk to Mum"

"Sweetheart, it is 21.00 clock in the evening.."

"Better now than never – 120 guests not with me, ähh, with us!"

Hermione grinned: „Oh yeah? "

"YEAH"

"Good luck, my love" - but Ron was already disappearing in the floo network.

One hour later a loud popping noise announced his return. Quietly grumbling stormed Ron into the bedroom. His expression and tousled hair spoke volumes. "Say nothing!"

Hermione immediately closed her mouth.

"My mum is mental, I swear…" angry took he a new pajama bottoms from the drawer ".. Barmy and, mental" "Oh, Ronnie, Mrs. Smith already knows you since you were a baby – yes, Mum, I remember Mrs. Smith and her wet kisses!"

Even from the bathroom Hermione could hear his rant. Now he stood in the bathroom door, with flashing eyes, in the right hand his toothbrush, with which he back and forth waved, and his mouth apparently full of toothpaste: "mmath…she..hink….man…not ore…her. ba..boy"

Hermione laughed to herself, but in order not to hurt the ego of her boyfriend, she only hummed.

"120 guests, Merlin Pants, of whom I know only 30" with these words Ron threw himself ten minutes later onto the bed. Hermione put her book on the bedside table and cuddled up to her boyfriend.

"You're my knight!"

"Yeah, a fine knight", snorted Ron.

"Yes, you went into the dragon's cave - okay, the dragon has you just unfortunately eaten with skin and hair, but you are still my knight!"

"Yeah? Your knight?"

"Mmhh!"

"Your sexy knight? "

"Absolutely" Ron grinned from ear to ear.

"And I think my knight deserves a reward" With these words Hermione kissed Ron tenderly, as she hummed softly: Weasley is my king!