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“Oh, and Harry?” Harry looked up. “When you and Malfoy have figured out the invitation list, we want to publish it.”

“You want to what!”

“Publish the guest list. Well, invitation list, but anyone who gets an invitation will be going.”

“But why?”

“So that we can kick out all reporters during the actual ceremony,” Ron explained. “If we give them all the details of who will be there and so on before the ceremony we can keep out all reporters for the real thing because there won’t be anything left to say.”

“I guess,” Harry’s head was back in the book. “But we haven’t even thought of who to invite yet.”

“You haven’t, but I bet Malfoy has,” Ron muttered.

“Hey, what do you think of this one?” Harry asked, turning the book so his friends could see the design and completely ignoring Ron’s muttering.

The style was for long, three layered robes. The innermost layer was a white dress shirt and black dress trousers. The second layer was a full length inner robe in the familial colors, with long tapered sleeves. The third layer was a simple, yet elegant, black outer robe that looked rather cape-like.

“I think they’d look lovely, Harry,” Hermione said, looking from the design to Harry as if she was picturing him wearing it.

“The outer layer looks kinda like what Malfoy’s dad used to wear,” Ron observed.

“Yeah, I thought Draco might like that.”

“What are you going to do about your familial colors?” Hermione asked.

“I wrote to Lupin about that, asking what my family’s colors were. And apparently the Potter bloodline was too recent a bloodline to have a tradition as old as family colors. But since Sirius was my godfather, he suggested I use the Black family colors. So I’ll be wearing green and bronze to my wedding.”

“What’s Malfoy wearing?”

“Purple and gold.”

When Harry returned from sending Hedwig off to Madam Malkin with the design, colors, and measurements for his and Draco’s wedding robes he found Draco sprawled out on the sofa in their rooms looking down at a scroll of parchment. As Harry entered, he added another line at the bottom of the scroll and looked up.

“What’cha up to?” Harry asked, dropping his books on the armchair next to the sofa.

“Guest list. Do you think we should include all of our teachers or just the heads of our houses?”

Harry blinked, getting a sudden image of Trelawney at his wedding and hoping fervently that her “inner eye” would tell her that the day of his wedding was not a good day for her to leave her tower. “All of them I guess.”