"We're going," Harry stated flatly. Earning a heated look from Ron and an inquisitive smile by Hermione.
"Then I'm staying the fuck at home," Ron whined, crossing his arms while his eyebrows knitted together in an angry fashion.
Hermione came and sat on Ron's lap and softly ran the back of her hand down his jaw, "I'll let you have a late night out with the boys if you go with us," she batted her lashes, "Please, I won't care what time you come home or how pissed you are?" Ron flushed from ear to ear at Hermione's touch. Harry sniggered at the sight.
"Mm k,"was his weak response. Hermione turned to Harry with a smug grin. "I still don't want to go, bollocks on the whole bloody thing!" Ron started regaining his settings Hermione smacked him in the arm, "but I'll go for you...I guess."
"Oh come on. The whole of our year from school has been invited, mates we haven't seen in years..."
"People we don't want to see," Ron interrupted shooting a glance to Harry. Hermione smacked her lips in annoyance and stalked to the kitchen of Harry's apartment as Ron opened and closed his mouth with fish like elegance.
"I know what you're thinking but I do want to see him," Harry said pointedly at Ron earning a face in response, "We don't know how he might have changed, its been five years since..."
"Since he made our lives a living hell. The nerve of that bugger, he had the gall to send an invite to Hermione after what he called her all those years, it makes me want to wretch," Ron huffed as he pulled another face.
"We've all changed Ron. You're Secretary to the Minister of Magic, Hermione's your wife and charms instructor for Hogwarts. I'm the proprietor of my own shop, and, and we've just...changed," Harry said crossly. "I want to see what kind of man he's become nothing more. I don't want to walk down memory lane and revisit old wounds; I want to observe, is that so bad?"
"I guess not," Ron said form the corner of his mouth, "Who's he marrying anyway, some warty hag I hope."
"I don't..."
"Her name's Claire, top of her class at Beaux Batons, lovely French girl," came Hermione's voice from outvof the kitchen, "He's yet to meet her, they were betrothed at birth, pure-blood traditions and all, their wedding is essentially their first date, theor courtship the whole lot of it."
Harry gaped at the thought of marrying someone you never even met and may possibly not even fancy, he shuddered.
Ron pulled Hermione down to his lap, putting both his hands around her waist, "You still know everything don't you love?"
"Yes, when I go out I socialise, I don't just get pissed and pass out on the ride home," Hermione said defensively and Harry laughed at his best friends. "I also don't tear of my shirts and dance on tables, bars, the stage in the middle of a concert or..."
"OK, I get it I'm not innocent either," Harry cut in defensively, throwing up his arms to exaggerate his point. Hermione straightened and looked at him and Ron both, pleased with herself.
Harry pulled himself up from his lounge chair, "So it's settled; this Saturday we will be attending the wedding of Draco and Claire."
Ron groaned as he covered his face and fell over on the coach in defeat, as Hermione clapped her hands in excitement.