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Three o’clock on the following afternoon found Harry, Ron, Fred, and George standing outside the great white marquee in the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the wedding guests. You, Hermione, Ginny, and Astrid were adding some last minute details to the wedding and helping with Fleur's hair and make-up. Mrs. Weasley was downstairs preparing everything as well with the Weasley men.
She looked stunning, not that she never did, but today was her special day after all.
"I'm going downstairs for a bit to, uhm, check on mom." Said Ginny slowly backing away to the door. "Be right back!" She opened the door swiftly and vanished. The rest of you giggled.
"So, Fleur," asked Hermione "how does it feel getting married to a Weasley?"
"It eez excitin'. I mean— you ar' only getting married to a normal man." Said Fleur, admiring herself in the mirror.
"Well, at least you weren't the first one to marry one of those six Weasley men." Said Astrid, tying the corset on Fleur's back. Fleur looked distraught and confused.
"She means that you won't be able to feel the stress she did. And that's good." You said, trying to make Fleur feel better.
"Everything is going to be alright, Fleur." Said Hermione, "You don't have anything to worry about."
"Merci, girls." Said Fleur smiling.
"(Y/n), can you fetch Ginny? I don't want to know what she's doing but we need her upstairs." Said Hermione, adding small details on Fleur's hair.
"Sure thing!" And with that you left the room, making your way downstairs catching George with a toothbrush in his wounded ear. "George! What are—"
George shushed you and pointed to direction of...Harry and Ginny making out in the kitchen!? George creeped up behind them and rested his body weight on the counter. You tried to control your laugh as George got his cup of coffee.
"Morning..." Said George, making Ginny and Harry break off their kiss. George winked at them and sipped his coffee.
"I need to get upstairs..." Said Ginny in a low voice, filled with embarrassment. On her way up, she smacked your hand lightly.
You approached George and got a glass of water. "Georgie you know you shouldn't have done that!"
"You can't lie, (Y/n/n)! It was hilarious." He nudged you lightly.
"Yes, it was pretty funny, but you shouldn't have done it!" You said chuckling, "Where is Fred?"
"Outside. Come." Said George, leading you outside. You saw Fred and Ron trying to tackle the tent for the wedding and slowly raising it up high.
"When I get married," said Fred, tugging at the collar of his own robes, not looking at you sitting beside George "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—" Fred looked up and he saw you, in your beautiful dress/suit. You looked stunning. His jaw slightly dropped.
"Oh yeah?" You teased.
"(Y/n)... You look... breathtaking." He said, grabbing your hands in his. "I love you." He said in a low voice.
"I love you too Freddie."
"Can you guys please stop?" Said Harry.
You smirked, "Did I want to see you making out with Ginny in the kitchen?" Harry's jaw dropped, his cheeks turned red and he broke his eye contact with you. "That's what I thought."
"That's my girl!" Said Fred, kissing the side of your head.
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A sense of jittery anticipation had filled the warm tent, the general murmuring broken by occasional spurts of excited laughter. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley strolled up the aisle, smiling and waving at relatives; Mrs. Weasley was wearing a brand-new set of amethyst-colored robes with a matching hat.
A moment later Bill and Charlie stood up at the front of the marquee, both wearing dress robes, with large white roses in their buttonholes; Fred wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of giggling from the veela cousins. Then the crowd fell silent as music swelled from what seemed to be the golden balloons.
A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches and wizards as Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came walking up the aisle, Fleur gliding,
Monsieur Delacour bouncing and beaming. Fleur was wearing a very simple white dress and seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow. While her radiance usually dimmed everyone else by comparison, today it beautified everybody it fell upon. Ginny and Gabrielle, both wearing golden dresses, looked even prettier than usual, and once Fleur had reached him, Bill did not look as though he had ever met Fenrir Greyback.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said a slightly singsong voice, and with a slight shock, you saw the same small, tufty-haired wizard who had presided at Dumbledore’s funeral, now standing in front of Bill and Fleur. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls..."
"Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle...?"
In the front row, Mrs. Weasley and Madame Delacour were both sobbing
quietly into scraps of lace. Trumpetlike sounds from the back of the marquee told everyone that Hagrid had taken out one of his own tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs. You turned and beamed at Fred; your eyes too were full of tears.
"... then I declare you bonded for life."
The tufty-haired wizard waved his wand high over the heads of Bill and Fleur and a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiraling around their now entwined figures. As Fred and George led a round of applause, the golden balloons overhead burst: Birds of paradise and tiny golden bells flew and floated out of them, adding their songs and chimes to the din.
You and Astrid awed, "Guys, that's beautiful!"
"We only make beautiful things, ya know." George nudged Astrid and she laughed.
Everyone around the tent was drinking, dancing or talking VERY loudly. The person beside you also known as Fred, stood up and held out his hand for you.
"Will you do the honour to dance with this bloke, mademoiselle?" Said Fred and you laughed.
"Of course!" You took his hand and he led you to the dance floor.
His hand made his way to your waist and the other held your hand tightly, not wanting to let go.
"I didn't know you spoke French, Freddie." You chuckled, although earlier, his French accent was spot on.
"I guess that's one of the things you didn't know about me." Sais Fred.
"Fred, I know everything about you...mostly." You placed your head on his shoulder, the sweet smell of his cologne filling your nostrils.
"Mostly, my love. Mostly."
You didn't want the moment to end. You were probably dancing for too long when the shoes started hurting your feet.
"I simply can’t dance anymore!" you panted and laughed, walking towards the empty seats, next to Harry, slipping off one of your shoes and rubbing the sole of your foot. "Hey Harry! It's a bit odd, I’ve just seen Viktor storming away from Luna’s father, it looked like they’d been arguing —" you dropped your voice, staring at him. "Harry? Are you alright?" Harry did not get to answer.
At the moment, something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor. Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers. Heads turned, as those nearest it froze absurdly in mid-dance. Then the Patronus’s mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."