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Planning Problems

"This could not possibly be more of a bloody disaster. Naturally, I blame you Potter."

"Why? What did I do?"

"Nothing! That's the point!"

"Wait...what?"

"Pansy and I have been working our fingers to the bone to make this wedding happen whilst you just sit there on your arse. To the bone, I tell you! Look, I've even got rough spots on my skin. Do you know how many of my rules this breaks?"

"Fifteen, if you don't count the one about proper moisturization."

"At least your good at something other than sitting on your arse."

"You didn't assign me a job. You told me that I was highly irresponsible and couldn't be trusted."

"And now! Now Potter, absolutely nothing has been sorted, we don't even bloody well know the order the ceremony goes in, when the food will arrive, or where our son is with the rings."

"I saw him a moment ago..."

"Not the point! This should have been planned ages ago. Ages, I say!"

"What were you and Pansy doing when you were working your fingers to the bone, then? I thought you were planning."

"No! Of course we weren't planning. "

"Why not?"

"It wasn't our job!"

"Whose job was it, then?"

"Yours, of course."

"It was not! I told you, you never assigned me a job! I'm highly irresponsible, remember?"

"It's more than obvious you are highly irresponsible. This wedding is a disaster."

"The flowers are pretty."

"I...well...thank you."

"It will be fine, love. James is probably playing with Ryan, the minister will know the order of the ceremony, and Pansy assured me she would take care of the reception. Calm down, love."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely sure. Everything is totally taken care of."

"I...alright."

"Better now?"

"Yes. Maybe you aren't totally worthless."

"I had hoped I wasn't. Are you ready to get married now?"

"I don't know. Are you?"

"I asked you first."

"Well...I guess."

"I'm glad you are so enthusiastic."

"Harry?"

"Why don't you take your cake and go sit at the table, James. I'm sure there are plenty of people who would like to talk to you. Go on."

"Harry?"

"Thank you so much, Remus. It was beautiful, wasn't it? Yes, Draco makes a lovely blushing bride."

"Harry?"

"Hermione, will you please quit fussing and crying? I swear you become more and more like Molly with each passing day."

"Potter?"

"No Ron, I'm not going to change my mind, I've had long enough to do that."

"Harry BLOODY Potter!"

"What love? What's wrong now?"

"Nothing. I..."

"What?"

"I'm just happy, is all. I love you."

"I love you too. I'm glad we did this."

"Me too. Now, do you want to go make out in the loo or something?"

"Sounds like a plan."

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