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“Can I help with the wedding Harry?”

“Am I invited to the wedding Harry?”

“Can I be in the wedding Harry?”

Harry sent another pleading look at Ron who was barely holding in his laughter. “Um, you’ll have to talk to Draco about the particulars. He’s doing the organizing of the wedding,” Harry mumbled as softly as he could.

There was a shriek of delight and Harry wondered how unnatural girls must be in order to actually reach that range of sound.

“That’s so romantic!”

“Wanting it to be a surprise!”

Harry groaned inwardly. I wonder what Trelawney would say if I told her I would in fact not be killed by Voldemort but by being smothered with questions…maybe I should tell her that all the whispering is clouding my budding inner eye…

Harry attempted to catch up to Ron when the class ended, but to no avail. The girls practically dragged him from the room, their voices resuming their usual volume. Harry was overwhelmed by questions on all sides and by the pure noise of it all as they half-walked, half-dragged him through the hallways of Hogwarts. Words melded together as he couldn’t pick out which girl was asking which question anymore.

And then his knight in shining armor appeared. Except his knight wasn’t exactly in armor, but in standard black Hogwarts robes with a Slytherin badge emblazoned upon them.

“Excuse me girls, but Harry seems a bit flustered. Mind if I cut in?”

An arm wrapped around Harry’s waist and steered him away from the gaggle of girls who cooed and awed as Harry was led away from them.

“How do they make those noises without going deaf?” Harry wondered as they turned a corner and Draco let go of him.

“That is a mystery that I have often wondered about. I believe it is not something the male gender is supposed to solve,” Draco drawled.

Harry shook his head. His ears were still ringing. “Well, I guess it could have been worse.”

“Oh believe me, Harry, go down to the Slytherin part of the school and it’ll get worse.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing yet. They’re divided in opinion if you ask me.” Draco ticked each opinion off on a finger as he spoke. “One part is just confused and unsure if the whole thing is real or not. One part has decided that, if I hadn’t been already, I am now the epitome of betrayal. And the third part just doesn’t care, and is waiting to see what becomes of the whole thing first.”

“That’s nice of them,” Harry muttered.