A/N: For some reason I can't find the list of prompts on the website anymore so I'm just going to use another prompt list instead of abandoning this
The new prompt list starts at number 17
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Also thanks to all the people that read this story. I hope you all enjoy this set of drabbles as much as the last :-)
Happy Christmas!
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11. Fairytale
In her long, white dress and with the huge bouquet of wildflowers, Hermione was a fairytale princess.
George felt a lurch in his stomach as he watched her join his little brother, Ron, on the little platform at the front of the church.
He'd always pushed aside those feelings he had for her so that Ron could be happy but now they all caught up with him.
He was the smitten stable boy, keeping quiet however unwillingly while the handsome prince took his place at her side.
Now he knew his love for her but it was far too late.
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12. Wedding
Lily Evans paused by the church doors to take a deep breath.
"You'll be okay, Lily," her father coaxed, nodding his head towards the man they could just see waiting at the front of the church.
She smiled nervously and fixed her dress, letting Mr Evans take her arm.
"Okay," she said.
As she stepped into the church, the string quartet that was positioned just to the side of the small platform at the front of the church burst into life, launching into a beautiful melody.
As she reached the priest, James leaned over to her.
"I love you, Lily."
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13. Dance
Hermione yelped as Ron trod on her foot once again.
"Sorry," he muttered, trying desperately to find some sort of rhythm in the music filling the Great Hall.
"May I?" a cool voice asked.
"Malfoy?" Ron asked, incredulous.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Well done, Weasley. Now step aside."
Ron eyed him but patted Hermione's arm and wandered off.
Malfoy took his place.
Hermione pondered his actions, remembering that he'd been awfully quiet recently. She looked up to see him watching her thoughtfully.
Too soon, he stopped and she realised that the song had finished.
"I'm sorry." And he was gone.
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14. Rain
George remembered the first time that he and Fred had disagreed.
"I hate rain," George had proclaimed one rainy day.
Fred had looked surprised. "I love rain. It makes everything bright and new again."
They hadn't resolved the disagreement back then and now George sat at his bedroom window, watching the rain pour down and hearing his dead brother's voice in his head.
The rain stopped and George sat up straighter.
The fields were suddenly greener, the world suddenly cleaner. George ran downstairs and outside to smell the new wetness and life the rain had left.
Fred had been right.
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15. Awkward
James pulled her down into his lap as soon as they reached the sanctuary of the willow tree.
Lily grinned and looped her arms around his neck.
His breath brushed her face, hands moving to tuck her bright red hair behind her ears.
He was so close and she suddenly felt awkward; she'd never done this before.
She closed her eyes and suddenly his lips were on hers.
Not sure, she let her hands awkwardly trail over his back.
James laughed breathlessly as he gently pulled back and saw Lily's expression.
She smiled; maybe it wasn't so awkward, after all.
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16. Baby
Hermione gasped from her cozy spot in George's lap when Ron and his wife staggered inside with their new baby.
"Oh, George!" she breathed. "We simply must get us one of those."
George followed her gaze. "A baby?"
"Yes! Maybe two babies…" she replied wistfully, gazing pleadingly at her new husband.
George grinned. "I'd love to have a baby! Let's have lots of babies!"
Hermione laughed in excitement. "I bet they're as gorgeous as Ron's baby."
"More, I'd say," he said. "Let's go now."
"Now?" she yelped as he leapt up, pulling her with him.
"Let's go make a baby!"
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17. Birth
With a final push, Lily brought a baby boy into the world.
She sighed heavily, flopping back against the hospital pillows as the medi-witch cleaned up her newborn son and wrapped him in a soft blanket.
James stroked her damp forehead with the hand that wasn't clenched in his wife's.
He grinned as the medi-witch handed him their son and held him so that Lily could see.
"Oh…" she breathed, reaching to take him from James.
"What shall we call him?" James asked softly, gazing into the huge green eyes of his new son.
"Harry," Lily replied. "Harry James Potter."
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18. Death
George knew his mother was blabbering behind him and his father was comforting her; that Ron and Harry were somewhere nearby and that Ginny was curled into a ball on the floor just outside the Great Hall.
George knew but wasn't aware of it as he knelt beside his dead brother.
"Fred, Fred," he moaned. "Fred …"
Fred shouldn't be dead; Fred would only die when George himself died.
"Fred…"
A touch on his shoulder prompted him to drag his eyes from Fred's body.
It was Hermione. She kissed his cheek, pulled him into a hug.
"George, George…" she said.
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19. Red
"What's your favourite colour?" Ron asked thoughtfully.
"Red," Lavender replied immediately.
"Why?"
Lavender's cheeks coloured and she hung her head. She had a pretty good idea of why her favourite colour was suddenly red.
"Lavender?" Ron prompted.
"I only just decided that red was my favourite," she blurted.
Ron looked perplexed and ran his hand through his hair. A few longish strands caught and came out, settling into his wide palm. He glanced at them before looking again at Lavender.
"But why?" he insisted.
Lavender looked pointedly at his hand. Ron once again examined the hair in his hand.
"Oh!"
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20. Triange
The living room of the Burrow was quiet for once as its occupants lounged around after a game of Quidditch.
The silence was suddenly broken when Fred laughed loudly. George glanced at him expectantly from his spot on the couch.
"Wouldn't it be weird if people had triangle eyes?" he sniggered.
Ron experimentally made a triangle out of his fingers and held it up to his eye.
"It'd be bloody brilliant!" he murmured, surveying the room through his fingers.
"Well, I suppose we can't accuse him of being 'square' anymore," George spluttered.
"Yeah," Fred agreed, "He's one hundred percent triangle!"
