Title: them wedding bells are ringing, thats for sure

Summary: Seven Weasley's. Five Weddings.

Word Count: 206

Characters: Bill, Fleur

Notes: First in a series of short fics. Seven of them, of course. One for each Weasley kid. They'll be going in order of oldest to youngest. Oh yeah, I didn't write Fleur's accent out, mainly because I haven't read her accent in so long I think I probably wouldn't remember how to. Also for those of you who know me as 'the person who never finished multi-chap fics' don't worry I already have four of these written out so you'll at least have those plus I've got plenty of ideas so I wouldn't worry.


The day is beautiful, and she's even more beautiful. Even as they're dancing he can't take his eyes off of her, wearing her beautiful white gown and ring on her finger which means she's his and he's hers.

And then all hell breaks loose.

There's screaming and people are apparating away and he's holding onto Fleur and they're at Shell Cottage and it's all over.

But it isn't, is it?

His little brother and his little brother's friends are gone to go stop Voldemort, and the war has started again.

And that night as he holds Fleur, he can't help but whisper to her: "Are you sad?"

She stirs slightly. "For what?"

"For how our wedding ended."

She rolls over so she is facing him, and once again he can't breathe because godamnit this woman is beautiful.

"Of course I am." She replied. "That was not how I expected my wedding to go."

He sighed and holds her warm body closer, thinking that that was the end of that.

"But," she surprises him, "I am glad that we got to have one last happy moment before our world fell apart."

He pulled back from her and smiled.

"I don't think that was our last happy moment."