A/N: Just wanted to thank Aurorabyrd98 for favoriting. With that being said here's chapter 3, enjoy and let me know what you think of the story so far. :)
The wedding day finally arrived, and everyone was up at the crack of dawn. Everything had to be ready, as the ceremony would take place early afternoon. When Lena woke up, Fred had already left, leaving a flower he had taken from downstairs wedding decorations, in his place. Yawning, she got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. Coming back out, she put on her blue dress and shoes she had bought for the wedding.
"It's about time you woke up, Fleur was having a meltdown, and I was the only one around to calm her down," Ginny complained as Lena made her way down.
"It's only nine," she frowned.
"Well yeah, but Fleur was up at six! Mum said you could help prepare the dinner tables."
"Is the tent up?"
"It's been up since seven," Ginny rolled her eyes.
Fleur was taking this wedding seriously; having carefully prepared a tight schedule that everyone had to closely follow. Everyone was suffering a migraine at this point.
"Morning," Lena said as she kissed Fred as he walked into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss.
"Please stop, my one ear can't take it."
"Shut up." Ginny punched her brother as she left.
They both turned to see George covering his one ear. She let go of Fred and went over to his twin, checking his bandages.
"How are you feeling? Does it hurt?"
"No, the ointment you put on helped with the pain," he smiled.
Lena winked, and went to pour herself a cup of coffee, that Molly had apparently made a bucket load earlier in the morning. She poured the brew into three cups, Fred and George taking their own.
"So when are you two getting married?"
She started choking at the question, Fred rushing over to tap her back, while George laughed. Ever since Fleur and Bill announced their engagement, he had been pestering them, with when they would tie the knot.
"I mean you two have been together longer than our victims today, so why no ring?" He started waving his hand around, sticking his tongue out.
Regaining her breath back, she retorted, "Why is marriage the only viable way to prove you love someone?"
"Touché Lena. Well thought out answer, but I would like to see Fred walking down the aisle in a beautiful dress."
She raised her eyebrow, "What would I be wearing?"
"An orange suit, to represent the redhead you're marrying," Fred joined in.
"I think you like this idea to much," she laughed, finishing her coffee.
"Can I wear a purple dress?"
"I don't think purple is your color Georgie, it doesn't your hole."
"Pity," George frowned, walking away.
"Sometimes I wonder how I put up with him," Fred mockingly questioned.
"How does Molly put up with both of you?"
"How do you put up with me?"
She feigned exhaustion, "I don't know!"
He laughed as he bent down to kiss her. "Why don't we get married tomorrow in those quick weddings muggles have."
"Do you want to get married soon?" she seriously asked.
"We can hijack this wedding right now! We could tie up Bill and Fleur, lock them in the attic and pretend to be them. I think I can pull off Bill, no?"
She laughed, "I know how to speak French. I think this might work."
"Perfect let's go!" He grabbed her hand, pulling her with him as he shouted, "HAS ANYONE SEEN BILL OR FLEUR?"
"Yes, what iz et?" Fleur had popped her head from outside.
"We're hijacking your wedding, give over the dress, now," he said with a serious face.
"Oh Fred, you ar' so funny, go to your brother, and see how he is doing, ok?" she pushed him towards to the stairs. Turning her attention to Lena, she smiled sweetly, "You look so pretty, Lena. I think Mrs. Weasley was looking for you."
"You look beautiful as well," She hugged Fleur.
"Thank you Lena."
She strolled outdoors, the sky bright and clear, passing by the waiters and band members who were smoking under shade. She found Molly inside the giant tent, fixing Ron's hair, which looked untidier than before. Detecting Lena come in, she stopped messing with Ron, shooing him away.
"Lena dear, I needed help arranging the table decorations. Fleur hasn't told me how she wanted them arranged," Molly mumbled, looking flustered.
"Go on Molly, I'll do it." Relieved she smiled, and left, only to encounter a running Arthur, who had let the all the swans loose from their waiting pen.
She took her wand out and with a flick, she arranged all the flowers and vases to their correct tables, the way Fleur had planned it. Once done with the simple task, she sat down thinking about how everything was going by so fast, the fear of what the future held. Voldemort was gaining power and she knew danger lurked in every corner but the real question she asked her self over and over again was how would Harry defeat him?