This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author note: Just a little one shot inspired by 'Ho Hey' by The Lumineers (my new fave song.) Also this is after the war (obviously) and Fred survived (obviously) - I'm sure you could all figure that out though. Anyways enjoy and review! Also I do not own the pic which is used as the cover of the fic
The Proposal.
"I loved you yesterday, I loved you today and I promise to love you tomorrow and forever. Will you marry me?" He was down on one knee, holding out the small velvet box, the sparkling ring nestled there. Her eyes widened and tears sprung there.
"Yes," He gently slid the ring onto the fourth finger of her left hand before kissing her.
The Interrupted Wedding.
"Into this estate these two persons present come now to be joined. If anyone can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
Should I do it? Could I, Fredrick Weasley, ruin this day for the woman I love? Would it be right? She looked so beautiful up there in her white dress, lacy at the back and flowing from her hips. Her hair tumbled down her back, the normal tangle tamed for her special day. Thick dark lashes framed her gorgeous eyes, her freckle-covered cheeks lifting as she smiled.
Could I really ruin this for her? What would I say?
Suddenly I knew and I stood, not noticing that the priest standing between them had continued speaking.
"I have a reason." I heard my self say the words. All faces turned to me as I stepped out into the aisle.
"What are you doing?" hissed George, trying to grab me and sit me back down.
"Sir?" said the priest.
"I have a reason as to why these two shouldn't be 'lawfully joined.'" I said a little sarcasm in my voice toward the end.
"Fred, sit down. You're ruining this." Said Mum, dabbing her eyes with her kerchief. I ignored her and continued.
"I love her." A gasp ran around the full chapel while George face-palmed mightily. Ron's face grew red and Harry acted quickly, holding Ron's arms behind his back, before giving me a look saying 'Talk quickly or he'll kill you.' I spoke to the woman dressed in white who was standing next to Ron. "I love you. Ever since the day we kissed, I've loved you. And you shouldn't be marrying him – because he can't love you as much as I can, not for a moment."
She nodded slightly and in that moment I knew she loved me too. I slowly got down on one knee.
"Wait," she said before turning to her groom. "Ron, I'm so sorry. I – I honestly cannot tell you how sorry. I do love you, but I see now that you will only ever be my friend." She pulled the sparkling ring off her finger and held it out. Harry had slowly released Ron, who accepted the ring with wide eyes.
"So, this is it? Just, see you later – I'm running off with your brother?" She cringed at Ron's harsh words.
"I'm sorry." She softly kissed Ron's cheek before turning and slowly coming toward me. She stopped just in front of me.
"I love you." I murmured, looking up at her. "I have no ring and am really unprepared. But I prepared for one thing – spending the rest of my life with you, if you'll have me. This last year has been hell, having to live without you. I don't ever want to do it again. Will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me?" A single tear fell down her face and my voice had been catching toward the end. She nodded, a soft smile capturing her lips.
I stood and enveloped her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I kissed her cheek. Nuzzling my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair, I whispered so only she could hear:
"I love you, Hermione Granger."
"I love you too, Fred." She whispered back.
