Ron laughed and slapped his knee. "Sounds like a plan actually. We'll be sure to get nice and dirty and then come give Pansy a big, muddy hug." He snickered and didn't look over at Pansy. He doubted he could keep a straight face with the look of horror that would definately be on her features with the mention of that.
He chuckled and nodded as Harry complained about clothes changing on him. "Draco insisted I get a few suits for the club, and I have a rather elaborate tuxedo for the ball. Its making me feel a bit foolish but all in all I'm starting to enjoy it strangely enough."
He looked at Harry and couldn't stifle a small gulp to get rid of the lump in his throat. "I uhhh asked Pansy to give me some pointers on the finer things in life. Dancing, etiquitte and ummmm socialising." He waited for Harry to tell him he was an idiot or to burst out laughing. With his best mate both were equally possible given the circumstance.