Harry Potter and all the caracthers belongs to the beautiful, magnificent and genius J.K Rowling. I'm just a teenager who sould be studing in this exact moment.
It was a beautiful and cold autumn morning. Inside the Burrow a calm and soft song was being played in the kitchen's radio. In the living room, a young couple, seated on one of the sofas, was discussing calmly:
'We won't invite everyone from our year, right?' the young woman asked, her long and brown hair falling from her shoulders.
'What? That's absurd, Hermione! I insist that Malfoy comes! In fact, do you think Harry would give up his part as bestmate?'
Hermione laughed while making notes in a piece of paper.
'Everyone from DA… Also Gryffindor…' muttered her reading before stopping in a name and making a very serious face. 'Will you ask Lavender to come?'
'Who?' asked Ron, trying to sound naïve.
'Lavender Brown' she said, emphasizing the two words and squeezing her eyes.
'Oh, I see" said Ron, holding his chin. Suddenly he looked angry, but trying to hold a little smile.
'Will you invite Krum?'
Hermione raised her eyebrows, looking surprised. She wasn't expecting that question until they reach half of the list.
'Will you mind if Krum comes?'
'Will you mind if Lavender comes?'
'Ron! If I'm asking you – she started furiously, but he interrupted her, laughing.
'Ok, ok! Let's call her!'
Hermione slapped his shoulder before resume writing on the piece of parchment. Ron stretched himself over the pillows and silence fell for a few minutes, until the young man opened his eyes and said:
'Do you know what I just realized?'
'That the orange suit is a really bad idea?' answered Hermione, not even lifting her eyes.
'Nooo!' said Ron in an offended tone. 'That, in the end, you preferred me over an international Quidditch player, older and richer.'
Ron was expecting a more serious react, but Hermione delightfully laughed.
It's true, isn't it? Oh, but Ron – she continued as Ron just looked startled. 'I didn't really had much choice, did I? We had decided to be together when we were eleven years old. We just didn't know it back then!'
Hermione gave him a cheerful look and Ron smiled back, felling very pleased with himself.
At that same moment, Harry and Ginny appeared on the living room, holding hands with little Teddy, coming back from their walk through the fields.
'Hey!' said Ron happily, turning at them 'Guess who's coming to our wedding? Victor Krum!'