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[deluminate]

He was supposed to give a speech.

Maybe it wasn't not a speech exactly, but he knew he was supposed to say something on Saturday, when he and Hermione got up in front of friends and family— though not as much family as Ron thought there'd be when this eventually happened— and got married.

He was rubbish at this stuff.

Reports when he was an Auror and when he'd had them for homework at Hogwarts... those had been the worst parts of all. He'd managed to skirt by in school by getting answers out of Hermione when he could, and he'd had a stack of overdue reports as long as his arm on his desk before he'd ended up in Darrow, so his track record with them wasn't particularly good.

This though, Ron wanted it to be something special. It wasn't every day you got married, and he wanted to make sure what he said on Saturday was perfect.

Sat at a picnic table in the park, Ron had managed about three words before he wanted to bin the bit of paper he was writing on. It wasn't good enough. Maybe he wasn't good enough. It'd crossed his mind a few times since Hermione had accepted his proposal, but stuck there with only a few words on the piece of paper in front of him, he couldn't push away a feeling in his gut that Hermione'd think better of it and decide it wasn't worth it after all.

"Bloody hell," Ron said, and crumpled up the paper shutting his eyes as he scrubbed one hand through his hair. He needed to pull himself together.

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[ferretface_git]

He'd heard.

While he'd had limited interaction with Granger and her Ginger Git, there were certain things that managed to make their way back to him, the impending nuptials notwithstanding.

He hadn't been invited. Oddly, he found himself annoyed at the lack of inclusion, though he certainly wouldn't have attended. In fact, the thought of him as an invited guest to a Weasley wedding was downright obscene. Somehow, however, it only managed to remind him how utterly alone he was, in this city. Not that he had plans to admit a word of any of this, to himself or anyone else.

"Littering now, are you?" he drawled, "What would the wife say?"

[deluminate]

While Ron normally wouldn't have a cheerful greeting for Malfoy, no matter how much time had passed since their time at Hogwarts, today, it was doubly true. Consumed with trying to work out how to finish writing before he headed home to the Nook, he couldn't even manage a civil and neutral expression for the other man.

"Reckon she'd probably be annoyed," Ron replied, not sure whether or not Malfoy was just normally giving him grief or if he'd heard about the wedding. Hermione or maybe even Charlie might have run into him and mentioned it.

[ferretface_git]

Rolling his eyes, Draco contemplated simply turning and leaving Weasley be. It wasn't any fun at all, harassing someone who refused to take the bait.

Instead, he peered over Weasley's shoulder, asking, "What are you doing, anyway?"

[deluminate]

"Trying to get something written for tomorrow," he said, though Ron probably shouldn't have said anything at all. Even if Malfoy did know for sure about him and Hermione, he was sure that he'd take the opportunity to be a right git about it anyway. But after all this time, there was no stopping that, was there?

"Me and Hermione, we're getting married."

[ferretface_git]

"I heard," he said, matter of fact.

Then, because he couldn't simply leave it at that, he surprised absolutely no one by adding, "Though I can't believe she's left the vows in your hands. I was under the impression you and Potter made your way through school, copying her work. I stand corrected."

[deluminate]

He was right, in a matter of speaking, but Ron wasn't about to tell Malfoy that. Of course, there'd been loads that they hadn't been able to get Hermione's help with at all-- wand work, charms especially-- so he wasn't completely right anyway.

"Did Hermione say?" he asked, because he couldn't work out who else might've spoken to him. As far as Ron knew, they didn't have many mutual acquaintances. Though, Hermione hadn't mentioned speaking to Malfoy.

[ferretface_git]

"Agatha," Draco answered simply. "I haven't spoken with Granger in weeks."

He and Granger weren't exactly enemies, as of late, but their status as friends was rather questionable, and neither of them ever seemed to know how to act around one another. Not that he cared. Really.

[deluminate]

He'd seen Agatha around the Lamplight a few times, he thought, but he didn't think they'd ever managed much of a conversation. Ron didn't know she knew Malfoy though.

"And I thought you and Hermione were great mates these days," Ron replied, though he knew it was an exaggeration. He didn't hold it against her, being friendly with him— even Ron managed to tolerate him these days— but she wasn't about to try and invite him over for tea or anything.

[ferretface_git]

"Oh, best of friends," he drawled, "I'm surprised I haven't been included in the wedding party. Still looking for a best man, are you?"

If ever the world needed proof that Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley had both lost their minds, standing at each other's weddings would've been more than enough.

[deluminate]

"Letter must've gotten lost in the Muggle post," Ron replied, frowning a bit, but his tone wasn't as bitter as it'd been in days past. He chalked it up to his being preoccupied with how much he still had to work out when it came to his vows.

"Bloody unreliable."