A/N: I don't own anything
"Just put me out of my misery," Ron sobbed staring at the parchment covered table.
"Why? This is so much more fun," Hermione said.
"You thinking torturing me is fun, you're supposed to be in love with me."
"And I am, but you've been putting this off for the last three months and I've lost patience. Now, pick one before I do." Ron sighed looking back at the parchment in front of him.
"Bloody wedding," he muttered while Hermione slipped back into the other room where Ginny was waiting.
"Any luck?" she asked handing Hermione a cup of tea.
"No. Did you have this much trouble with Harry?"
"Nope, I picked the invitation, the date, the flowers, everything. Harry wanted us to show up on dragon back or something insane. Or brooms. I finally said I'd do everything to avoid his grand ideas. I just told Harry to show up in a suit...which he didn't do. Thankfully I fully expected that and had one ready just in case. If you don't take charge, you'll never end up married. Ron's just not the kind of guy who takes charge."
"You'd think Harry would have had enough of the lime light after saving the wizarding world."
"Yeah, I thought that too, until he decided overly grand insane ideas pissed off the press, and since he was still mad about the Prophet's nonsense..."
"So that's why they've been focusing on me and Ron."
"Exactly, Harry's been running around talking about a sanctuary for snakes or something. I figure he'll calm down eventually. Let him have his fun, Merlin knows he never had any before." Hermoine nodded. They'd never really had a chance to just be kids.
"Hermione! Help! I'm covered in glitter," Ron yelled from the other room. Hermione sighed.
"You picked him," Ginny stated laughing.
