Dancing Lessons

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"Harry your going to take lessons aren't you?"

"W…what?" Harry focused his attention on Mrs.Chang, 'Why am I even here? They don't need me' he thought exhaustedly. It had been five weeks of solid planning and he was tired. 'The wedding of the century' was what they were calling it, nearly every magazine where flooding them daily with owls, each trying to out bid the other magazines to have full rights to the Potter-Chang wedding. Harry had promised Luna that the Quibbler could have the photos and interviews but Cho said no.

"I know she's your friend Harry but do you really want to be associated with that kind of magazine?" she said whilst picking out table decorations. Harry thought it best not to argue, he needed to save his energy for explaining that one to Luna.

'Why such a big wedding?' was the one constant thought running through his mind every time he had to try on another hand made suit, every time he had to pick napkin decorations, every time he had to give input on invitation headers, every time he opened his eyes and every time he closed them. From his position on the wicker sofa in the conservatory he looked over at Cho. Her raven hair longer now, almost past her waist and her freshly manicured hands roaming over the latest edition of 'Wedding Witch Weekly' This was what she wanted, she wanted a big wedding, she wanted lots of guests, she wanted lots of publicity, she also wanted her name first on the invitations. Harry didn't argue, he let her have what she wanted, 'isn't that what you do for the woman you love?' he thought. Harry however would have been happy with a nice small wedding, with only close friends and family attending (not that he had any real family left, the Dursleys would never attend his wedding even if he did invite them). But Cho wanted a big wedding so Cho got a big wedding, he was happy if she was happy and all this fussing and planning was what made her happy.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts he tried to regain interest in the conversation between Cho, Mrs.Chang and Janice, there 25 Galleons and hour wedding planner.

"…Two left feet that boy has…"

"…Mrs. Steptoe could sort him out…."

"…She's very pricey…."

"…I'll call her tonight, we can have him in lessons by the weekend…"

"…Splendid, Splendid…"

Did they even remember Harry was here? They were talking like his was at the other end of the house. Oh he was use to this of course, if they weren't making plans to chop off and style is hair they were discussing whether or not he should wear contacts and what colour suit he should wear to compliment the brides eyes or nail colour, something stupid like that anyway. He slowly rose from his seat and made his way out of the conservatory, completely un-noticed as usual.

Harry decided it was time to go for a walk, get some fresh air and get away from all this wedding planning. "Cho, Im off out" he called as he opened the front door.

"Harry, Harry wait" Cho came bounding up to him and hugged him tight. "Mum says she'll book the dance lessons and pay at least half for them, isn't that great?" She said excitedly.

"We're having dance lessons now?"

"No, not us silly, just you! We can't have you and your two left feet fumbling about on the dance floor can we?" she laughed.

"Oh..right, err sure."

"Be back by eight, I've got Mr.Statch coming over, he has just got some fantastic emerald green silk sent over from Africa, it would be perfect for the lapels on your suit!" and with that she kissed him on the check and jogged by towards the conservatory.

"Great" Harry said in mock excitement as he left the house.


"I just don't get it Ron, why can't we jus have a small wedding? I don't even know half the people she's invited and half the people I want there she tells me there isn't enough room for" Harry took another swig of his Butterbeer and decided he needed something a little stronger so he excused himself to go the bar and order a firewiskey.

"He's not happy"

"You don't say" replied Ron rolling his eyes.

"Ronald don't roll your eyes at me! You're his best friend, you should talk to him"

"Luna it's not that easy, he loves her…"

"Does he?"

"Whats that suppose to mean? If he didn't love her he wouldn't marry her"

"Hmph! Well if you ask me…"

"…Im not asking you…"

"…. If you ask me I'd say he's doing this because of Herm…"

"Whose doing what?" Asked Harry as he sat back down taking a sip of his Firewiskey.

"Ohh, nothing mate, Luna here was just leaving weren't you" Ron said giving her a stern look.

"Yes, yes, good-night boys. Don't be home late Ronald, there's a fascinating programme on tonight about the whereabouts of the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks" She beamed as she kissed the top of his head. The two boys watched as she walked away before picking up the conversation.

"I wish are wedding was like yours"

"Naaa mate you don't, having things popping out of your cake and then half your guests growing feathers because of some Canary Crèmes thanks to Fred George." Said Ron, half stifling a giggle at the memory of the horrified look on his mothers face when their vicar started growing bright yellow wings half way through the ceremony.

"Id take that any day over all this"

"C'mon it can't be that bad can it?"

"You have no idea Ron, everyday this thing gets bigger and bigger, she's even thinking it might become a national holiday" he said as he noticed the beaming faces of him and Cho and yet another magazine cover. "It should just be about us, not half the wizarding population," He said as he slumped down, resting his head on his folded arms.

"Look mate, why don't you just talk to her about it"

"It'd break her heart if I told her I don't want any of this"

"If she loved you she'd understand…"

Harry sighed and looked at the clock, "Dammit" he said downing the last of his firewiskey, "I was suppose to be home for eight for another suit fitting"

"Another one? Harry isn't this like the 11th time now?"

"I've lost count" he said, putting his coat back on.

"Blimey, It took me about a day to pick my suit"

"Yer, where not all that lucky" laughed Harry.

"Well, buck up pall, three more weeks and it's over an done with, can't get much worse now can it?"

"shewantsmetotakedancelessons" Harry mumbled as he fastened his coat.

"What?"

"…. she wants me to take dance lessons…"

Ron spluttered his Butterbeer, "You're joking?"

"I wish I was. Night Ron" And with that he apparated back home.

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