Ron
"George?" I quietly walked over to him. He had his head down on the table. "You alright?"
"I want my brother back," he said with tears in his eyes.
"It's been almost five years!"
"I'm aware of that," he snapped. Ever since Fred died, he became more serious. I rarely saw even the slightest smile out of him.
"Don't be like that! If Fred saw you like this, he'd stick a wand up your bum!" I teased, expecting him to chuckle along with me.
No reaction. He just glared at me, tears still streaming down his face. "What is it that you want from me anyway?"
"Hermione and I would love if you could be a part of our wedding ceremony."
"Ronald fucking Weasley, are you mad?" he cried. "I've been miserable ever since the death of my brother, and you expect me to be all jolly for your stupid wedding?"
My face burned with anger. "It's not stupid! I love Hermione, and I agreed to have a Muggle wedding to make her parents feel more comfortable! I'm trying to make this the best experience possible for her!" I immediately regretted yelling at my brother.
George sighed. "I apologize. I'm just really not in the mood for celebrating."
I was disappointed, but I understood. "It's alright. Will you still be there?"
"I'll try," he replied, but it didn't sound very promising.
Hermione
"Are you sure you want to get married to my brother?" Ginny asked.
"Of course!" I said confidently.
Ginny laughed. "I'm just joking. He's an idiot, but I'm happy for him."
We were rummaging through Mrs. Weasley's jewelry box. I wasn't sure if I could wear any of these in front of my parents. They were a bit odd, and my Muggle parents were just getting used to the concept of wizards again. It was a painful five years, since I had used a memory charm on my parents to keep them out of danger. After Voldemort was no longer a threat to us, I had to reintroduce them, a bit like that Muggle book called "The Vow." It was difficult, but at least I'll have my father to give me away.
"Oh, excellent, you're going to wear my jewelry?" Mrs. Weasley eagerly entered the room. She looked down at my simple gold engagement ring. "Are you sure you want to have a Muggle wedding?" she asked doubtfully, while holding my finger in her hand. "Muggle life just seems too ordinary. Besides, don't those Muggle weddings usually end in parties full of raging drunkards?"
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley. I want my parents to feel comfortable. And I'll make sure the guests don't get too wild."
"You don't need to call me Mrs. Weasley! We're family now. You can call me Molly."
Ginny stifled a giggle. I nodded politely. "Alright, Mrs. We-um, Molly," I said awkwardly.
"We're family, Mum!" Ginny whined. "I never get to call you Molly."
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley warned.
"Alright!" Ginny relented, throwing her hands in the air. "Mum it is!"
After Mrs. Weasley left the room, we collapsed onto the bed in a fit of giggles. "We're family, dear! Call me Molly!" Ginny mimicked.
"GINNY!" Mrs. Weasley shouted from the hall. How did she hear that?
"Anyway, who have you invited?" Ginny asked, changing the subject.
"Well my family and your family, of course. Some of our old professors and friends from Hogwarts."
"Like who?"
"Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, Luna, Neville, Harry, of course, and also Cho, and Seamus." I paused for a second. "We even invited Draco."
"Draco? Why?" she demanded.
"Well, it wasn't my idea. Harry said that since we haven't seen Draco in a while, he could have changed. He doesn't want to grow old and be Draco's enemy forever."
"He's oddly fond of Draco! Sometimes I worry he might call me Draco in bed one day," she mumbled.
"Ginny!" I squeaked. "I didn't ask about that!" Ginny stared at me for a while and then began laughing madly. I was glad to have such a humorous sister-in-law.
Draco
I was surprised when an envelope was dropped through my window. I wasn't very popular anymore, so who would be writing to me?
Dear Draco,
I know we weren't exactly friends at Hogwarts, but I think it's time to get over our past. We'd like to invite you to our wedding on Sunday, June 20th at Saint Monica's Church. We're having a Muggle wedding, so Hermione's parents won't feel out of place. We know you're not very fond of Muggles, but we'd be honoured if you could come.
Thank you,
Ron and Hermione
Harry will be there!
^Sorry about that. Ginny is so obnoxious!
"Ha!" I laughed smugly. "The Mudblood is having a Muggle wed-" I stopped myself. I looked at the letter again. But I think it's time to get over our past. Weasley and Granger were trying to make a peace attempt. And Potter had saved me that night when we were almost burned to death. They deserved a second chance at friendship, and so did I. I decided that I would attend.
Ron
The door creaked slowly as I entered Ginny's room. Ginny and Hermione were sitting on a bed, laughing loudly. Hermione covered her mouth when she saw me, embarrassed that I heard her cackling like a hyena.
"I heard noises, so I thought you might be in bed with someone else! Turns out it was my sister!" I teased.
"Ron!" Ginny cried, punching me in the arm.
"Ah!" I whined dramatically. Hermione came over to my and rubbed my arm. Now I was glad that Ginny punched me!
"I'll leave you two alone," she whispered suggestively. She winked at us and then nodded at the bed. "Don't get anything on my blanket!" She closed the door behind her.
"What does Ginny think we do? Does she think we snog for a living?" Hermione laughed.
"Well…" I smirked at her.
"Asshole!" she whispered before diving on top of me.
"I'm sure you like that!" I whispered back, while breathing on her lips.
She squealed and rolled over, putting herself on the bottom. She tried to push me over again, but I was too strong. "What's wrong, love? Did you like it better on top?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Oh well!" I said. But she bit down on my neck, causing me to let go of my firm grip on the bed. She cackled as she flipped me over again, regaining her position on top.
"I always get on top!"
"Yes, love."
Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from outside the room. "WHIPPED!"
"Bloody hell, Ginny?" I shouted.
"George! George! Get over here! Ron and Hermione are eating each other!" she screamed.
"Ginny, really?" George groaned.
I could hear Ginny running down the hall to get George.
"That bitch!" I grumbled. "Hermione, hurry! She's bringing George in here."
Hermione pulled up her sleeve that was hanging off her shoulder. My pants were hanging a bit low, so I pulled them up. Hermione quickly got off me and leaned back on the pillow, pretending to be casually resting. I laid myself down on the bed next to her, trying to look innocent.
"What is it, Ginny?" George sighed as he entered the room.
"Hello, George!" Hermione chirped, holding my hand like a sweet little girl.
"Ginny, they're just lying down on a bed together. That doesn't mean they're going to sleep with each other!"
Ginny ran into her room. "What? No! I heard them! I was right outside!" she argued.
"Ginny, you need to stop exaggerating." He rolled his eyes. "I just want some quiet time to myself." He left sadly.
"I solemnly swear they are up to no good!" Ginny called out after him.
I shook my head. "Ginny, no." I solemnly swear I am up to no good. Fred and George used to say that. Ginny was just going to remind him of Fred's death again.
She covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh! I-I didn't-I feel terrible now!" she cried.
"Ginny, we just have to be patient and gentle with him," Hermione explained.
"I miss Fred, too," she whispered sadly.
"I know," I said. "We all do."
I sat on the bed, huddled together with Hermione and Ginny. They sobbed into my shoulder, and even though I'm supposed to be the man, I cried, too.