I Never Thought It Would Be You

Interlude Three: A Floo Conversation

By Pigwidgeon37

“When are you leaving?”

“In about ten minutes. You?”

“Half an hour. We should arrive at the Manor at about nine, and I have to walk down to the gates. Tell me the truth, Hermione: can you actually believe that Lucius is going to marry a Muggle?”

“I have more trouble believing that any woman might want to marry Malfoy. But they do seem happy, don't they?”

“They definitely do. Who is coming to the party?”

“Well, it's more a girls’ night than a party. Very mixed. A few of Susanna’s friends I know, Ginny, my friend Vivian… Severus, will you promise not to pick a fight with Sirius? Ginny is beside herself with worry.”

“I’ll try my best. But chances are that he’ll offend Lucius first, so he’ll do the dirty work for me.”

“Oh, great! Just imagine the groom sprouting green tentacles…”

“Where Black is involved, there's little chance of green tentacles, my dear. A broken nose seems far more likely.”

“Men… well, Sev, I have to go. Have fun and don't drink too much-you want to be sober tomorrow.”

“Of course. And don’t let the bride drink herself into a coma, either!”