"Chaos? Chaos what? Chaos is coming?" Ron bothers me after dinner
"I don't know Ronald!"
"Ron," Pansy takes his hand, "let's go for a walk."
For a few minutes after the pair left, Draco Ronan and I sat in silence. "With Egyptian magic, "short" could be anywhere from three months to 50 years." Draco hypothesizes.
"I need sleep if I am to be talking about this more..." I pick myself up off of the stool on which I had been sitting. "And Draco, if you even try to sleep on the couch, I'll kill you."
~The Next Day~
"You must be married in 6 months, and have one child of three by the end of June." I sigh, "This is stupid. Forcing people to marry." I stare down at my mate, who's head is in my lap. "Draco? When do want the wedding to be? My only parameters are not too hot or cold."
"November?" He says sleepily.
"Sure, and what day?" I pet his hair.
"You're going to put me to sleep if you keep at that..." he yawns. "How about the 31st?"
"Okay. Colors?"
He smirks up at me, "Green and silver?"
"Not a chance." I scoff at him.
"Stubborn Gryffindor." He laughs, "How about gold, mauve, and black?"
"Much better. And I am not stubborn!" I lean back on the couch, "Indoor or outdoor?"
"Both. Indoor service, and outdoor reception!"
"Very innovative. Location?"
"Why don't we do it at one of your places?" He suggests, pulling on a blanket.
"I haven't visited any of them..."
He smiles sweetly, "Well, we'll have to look then, won't we?"
"Guestlist."
"Family, Friends, and Teachers."
"Food?"
"Draco thinks for a minute. "We should ask Ron's opinion..."
"Cake?" I smile at the fact that everyone resolved their differences.
"Harry. He eats more cake than anyone I've ever met!"
"Theme?"
"Classic, modern, rustic."
I giggle, "You have an odd taste, Mr.Malfoy. Music?"
"Definitely a DJ!"
"Who are you going to choose for groomsmen?"
"Blaise is my best man, then Harry, Ron, and George... The ring bearer is Teddy."
"Ginny is the maid of honor, and Pansy, Luna, are going to be my bridesmaids. Blaise's little sister already told him that she wants to be the flower girl at all of the weddings."
"Vows?"
I think for a moment, "Personal."
"And finally... Mention of your impending doom?"
"No." I stop him.
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Why?" Draco whined.
"Because."
Draco groans. "That's not a reason!!"
