"It's nothing fancy, of course. Maybe after the war's over we'll have a big ceremony with all the trimmings, but right now Cho just wants to make it official. And you know me; I don't really care about all that stuff. So...wear something nice, or I guess mum'll kill you...oh, and Kingsley's doing the ceremony –" Draco winced at that; the man was marrying two people the day after his lover betrayed him, and then was murdered? That couldn't be bloody easy. His respect for Shacklebolt went up slightly. "– And mum says we'll have it at 11am tomorrow, in the back garden." Weasley grinned. "She's utterly distraught that we're not having a big do like Bill and Fleur, and she's frantic about trying to pretty up the garden."