“oh, and harry?” harry looked up. “when you and malfoy have figured out the invitatioo publish it.”
“you want to what!”
“publish the guest list. well, invitation list, but as an invitation will be going.”
“but why?”
“so that we an kik out all rep the atual eremony,” ron expined. “if we give them all the details of who will be there and so ohe eremony out all reporters f beause there wohio say.”
“i guess,” harry’s head was bak in the book. “but we have of who to i.”
“you haven’t, but i bet malfoy has,” ron muttered.
& do you think of this one?” harry asked, turning the book so his friends ould see the design aely ign ron’s muttering.
&yle was f, three yered robes. the i yer was a white dress shirt arousers. the seond yer was a full length ihe familial olors, with long tapered sleeves. the third yer le, yet elegant, bk outer robe that looked rather ape-like.
“i think they’d look lovely, harry,” hermione said, looking from the design to harry as if she ituri.
&er yer looks ki malfoy’s dad used to wear,” ron observed.
&hht like that.”
“what are you going to do about your familial olors?” hermione asked.
“i wrote to lupin about that, asking what my family’s olors areer bloodlioo reent a bloodliion as old as family olors. but sine sirius was my gested i use the bk family olors. so i’ll be wearing green ao my wedding.”
“what’s malf?”
“purple and gold.”
wheurned from sending hedwig off to madam malkin with the design, olors, as for his and drao’s wedding robes he found drao sprawled out on the sofa in their rooms looking down at a sroll of parhment. as harry entered, he added a the bottom of the sroll and looked up.
“ to?” harry asked, dropping his books on the armhair to the sofa.
&. do you think we should inlude all of our teahers or just the heads of our houses?”
harry bliing a sudderew his i her “iell her that the day of his wedding was not a good day for her to leave her tower. “all of them i guess.”
drao nodded a names.
“who else do you have on there?” harry asked, leaning over drao’s shoulder to see.
“just the slytherins i want to invite. i dido your people yet.”
harry grinned. “i guess i should write those then.”
drao hahe sroll. “yes you should.”
as harry read through those drao had writtehe o were o were those who had baked drao when it was revealed that he was a veriae a was revealed that he was eo harry. harry s o.
“e?”
“he’s my losest familial retive. he does an invitation, so to speak, si of the eremony.”
harry frowhe middle down ron’s name. “speakiives, whoih?”
“i haveo do about that yet.”
“i won’t allow death eaters at my wedding.”
drao snorted. “my godfather is a death eater.”
“you know what i meaually want me dead.”
drao ughed. “i’m ertain there are some days when my godfather really does want you dead, harry.”
“ohe feeling is mutual and you’re avoidiion,” harry replied as he finished adding mr. ao the list after fred, gee, bill, charlie, and gi for a moment about whether to i and the it. the ties betweehe rest of the weasley family were strai now, a want to aggravate that.
“on my father’s side of the family, i have ives sine he was an only hild and his father was an only hild before him. i won’t ask narissa, and i worix.”
“what about tonks?”
“who?”
“nymphadora tonks.”