"Harry we need to talk about wedding invitations." Said Ginny walking into the kitchen with Hermione at her side.
"Oh err… Whatever you want Gin." Said Harry looking across the table to Ron and Neville who both grimaced.
"No I mean we really need to talk about it."
Ron rolled his eyes and turned around to face them. "Ginny, in the history of mankind no man has ever said 'Ooh we need to talk about wedding invitations'."
"Oh that's nice Ron!" Snapped Hermione.
"Sorry love." Said Ron turning back to Harry with a look that said 'You're on your own.'
"So, anyway, We've done most of the decisions as we knew you would be pretty much useless at picking out colouring and letter headers and stuff like that…" Started Hermione.
Harry shrugged and nodded at Ron, who nodded back in agreement.
"She's got you there Harry." Said Neville next to him.
"Shut up mate you're supposed to be on my side!" Harry moaned as Neville grinned.
"So We've got… 'Arthur and Molly Weasley Cordially Invite You to the wedding of Ginny Molly Weasley and…' now this is where you come in." Ginny said reading off the card and then smirking at Hermione. "Would you rather be 'The Boy Who Lived' or 'The Chosen One'?"
Ron, who had been taking a swig of butterbeer almost choked as he laughed.
"Either way it's going to be majorly weird." Said Neville shaking his head and supressing a laugh.
"Maybe I could just be Harry James Potter." Harry suggested trying not to rise to the girls bait.
"Or perhaps you could do a poll in Witch Weekly?" Suggest Ron sniggering and slopping butterbeer down his front.
"You're right… Rita Skeeter would love this…" Ginny started.
"Don't even go there!" Harry warned.
Everyone sat down laughing.
"So what do you think?" Ginny asked sliding the invitation she and Hermione had spent all morning working on.
"Err…" Harry said picking it up. It was thick card with a rough texture and a red ribbon through it, gold lettering and a stylised drawing of the two of them behind the letters that seemed to have been done by [Dean Thomas]. He looked to Neville, who shrugged.
"It's nice." He said with what he hoped was a convincing smile.
"You could show a little more effort Harry, this is only our wedding we're talking about!" Snapped Ginny.
"Well… It's an invitation isn't it… You can pick them up in muggle shops and they do the same thing… Invite people." He held up on hand. "Here the date and place." He held up the other hand. "Are you coming?"
The girls stared at him open mouthed.
"Well really!" Huffed Hermione.
Ginny reached over and snatched the invitation back. "A muggle invitation! Really! You know what, we'll just write 'Annoying Smug Git' instead!"
And with that the girls stormed off and out of the kitchen.
"What the…" Harry said standing up as they left. "Gin! Gin! Ginny!"
"Go away Harry!" Came her voice back down the stairs.
"What just happened?" Asked Neville looking confused.
"I've no idea." Said Harry sitting back down and slurping his butterbeer.
"Oh nice one Harry!" Said Ron in a moaning voice. "Hermione's going to be in a mood with me now!"
"What did you do?" Asked Neville.
"Merlin's beard I don't know… But when girls get huffy together it's all our fault. I'll spend all night apologising for this now."
Neville shook his head. "Women!"
And the boys clinked their butterbeers together.