BUTTERFLIES; fred weasley x fem!reader

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PART FIVE
Bill and Fleur's Wedding

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" y/n's point of view "

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THE NEXT AFTERNOON, Fred, George, Ron and Harry, who was under Polyjuice Potion to look like a red-haired muggle boy from the village, were given the jobs of showing guests to their seats at the wedding.

"When I get married," Fred was saying to the other boys, tugging at the collar of his robes, as I approached them. "I won't be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I'll put a full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it's all over."

"Is that so?" I said and Fred quickly spun around to meet my eyes.

"He- hello." He looked me up and down and I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes at him. "You look breathtaking, love."

"Mhm." I wasn't buying it. "So what was it you were just saying about when you get married?"

"Only that I'm going to marry the most beautiful girl ever," He said as he stopped his hands on my hips. "And that I love her and she can do all the nonsense she wants for our wedding."

"Smooth." George coughed.

"You're lucky." I told Fred, leaning in and pecking him on the lips. When I pulled away he chased after my lips, kissing me again. "Show me to my seat?"

"Gladly." Fred grinned, looking back at George. "See ya, Lugless."

George gave Fred a dirty look and a rude gesture before heading over to a group of Fleur's Veela cousins, and Fred led me into the marquee, his hand in mine.

"Your seat, my love." He gestured to the chair and I smiled.

"Thank you."

And once I sat down, Fred took one more look at me in my dress, smiled, and then walked back out of the marquee.

And I waited as more guests filled the seats until Fred finally dropped into the seat next to me and his arm was immediately around me.

Once everyone was seated, Bill and Charlie stood up at the front of the marquee and Fred let out a wolf-whistle at his brothers.

A few of the Veela cousins giggled, and I glared over at them.

Fred kissed me on the cheek as the audience fell silent, and I turned to face the entrance. I gasped at the sight.

Fleur looked absolutely stunning, her white dress and tiara complimenting her flawless hair and her smile that was radiant as she glided down the aisle, her father practically bouncing with joy beside her.

Ginny and Gabrielle followed down the aisle in matching golden dresses, both looking beautiful, but nothing compared to Fleur.

"Ladies and gentlemen," A voice spoke from the front and I realized it was the small man who had spoken at Dumbledore's funeral. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls..."