Again, not my writing. From chapter 7 onwards it will be, but not for now! I'm not opposed to reviews;) Send me your ideas for the future chapters if you have any? :D
The days dragged by slowly, each exactly like the last. The new law was slandered to high heavens. One thing nobody complained about however, was the new living arrangements. Hermione found herself thanking Merlin that she no longer had to endure Lavender's- what could only be described as purring. She now shared a much smaller dorm with Ginny and Romilda Vane. She had never particularly gotten on with Romilda, she had thought the girl shallow, but she didn't attempt small talk, something Hermione was grateful for. It meant she could curl up with a good book early without having to worry about being disturbed.
Harry on the other hand, was rather disappointed with the new arrangements. He was now sharing with Dean Thomas and Colin Creevey. He himself got on well with both boys; they just did not seem to get along with each other. First they had argued over sleeping arrangements, both wanting the bed nearest to the window, and every little thing since had caused explosions (though not literally- Harry was grateful that Seamus was down the hall). Dean had been agitated all week, claiming Colin had been moving his things around, though of course Colin denied any such thing. The conflict meant that Harry spent most of his free time either in the library or in the common room, avoiding a horridly awkward situation.
It was during one these blissfully quiet moments that Hermione decided to talk details. Harry had been lounging around the back of the library, making the most of the quiet, when his fiancée strode in, ring binders under her arm and all the other "necessities".
"Now Harry, I know that this isn't something which brings you immense joy, but it must be done." She sat beside him, tucking her skirt neatly as she did. "Is there anything in particular you want?"
"Erm... What's everyone else having?" He asked, grinning sheepishly.
"Harry, this is not a dinner order, this is a wedding!" She sighed heavily before composing herself, wary of the hovering librarian. "Most people are doing it here, mostly because it's convenient, if nothing else. Ginny and Lee are getting married at the Burrow, as are Ron and Hannah. Mrs Weasley said we were welcome to but... I'm not sure. I'd feel like..."
"An intruder?"
"Precisely. As much as the Burrow feels like home... It's just not."
"So we'll get married here." Harry said softly, looking around. She nodded and looked down at the sheet she had prepared. On paper, it looked so easy to plan a wedding, boxes here, highlighters there, but in reality, it was so much more complicated.
"Guest list." She pulled put a pen, pulling off the lid with her mouth. Looking up at Harry, she raised an eyebrow, urging him to speak.
"Uh, the Weasleys, your parents. The professors. Anybody else?"
"What about, and don't flip, Harry. But what about the Dursleys, Harry? Are you inviting them?" He seemed torn slightly, apparently unable to decide, before nodding. "We'll invite them, though I doubt Vernon will turn up. If any of them come to the "freak school"." Hermione reached out and patted Harry's hand, not knowing quite what to say. She added their names to the list. They continued on, adding little details here and there, sometimes not even remotely important details.
Over the next few days, Harry began sending invites out. They had already decided on a date, three weeks away as there was a deadline by which they must be married. He started with the Weasleys. They were plain and simple, but pretty enough. All of the Weasleys, plus their spouses (and spouses-to-be) were invited to Hogwarts on October 12th to witness the legal binding of Miss Hermione Jean Granger and Mr Harry James Potter. When he was pleased that they were to Hermione's standards and he would not be murdered brutally for sending them, he tied them to one of the school owl's legs (After Hedwig, he just couldn't bring himself to buy another owl). He penned an identical one for each of the professors. When it came to his aunt and uncle, he didn't think a small piece of parchment with a little more than two sentences would suffice. He knew it would be completely ignored at best, burned at worst. His quill must have hovered above the parchment for at least ten minutes before he began to write.
Aunt Petunia,
Don't put the letter down when you see it's from me. Please. It's Harry. I'm getting married. There was a law introduced so that I have to, but I'm not too disappointed with this, as I was paired with Hermione, one of my best friends. I'd love it if you were there. I'm not just saying that either, I know we haven't always been close, actually I'd be lying if I said we had ever got on. But it's my wedding and I don't really have any other family. I don't hate you, and I don't think you hate me either. If you really truly hated me, what I am and what my mother was, you never would have taken me in. It's at Hogwarts. That's right; you're invited to the freak school. I'll leave the time and date along with the details of how to get here on the back. You won't even be the only muggles there. Hermione's parents will be there. Hermione is a muggleborn, like my mother was. Your sister. Please come Aunt Petunia. Bring Dudley if he'll come. Although I doubt he'll like it, uncle Vernon's invited too, don't worry, my hopes aren't too high.
Harry.
He decided he'd post it the muggle way, setting the envelope aside to post in Hogsmeade when he had a chance. Hermione was writing to her parents, so he was done with the invites. Now they just had the rest of the wedding to consider.