Chapter 3: Two Grooms and a Bride
Later that summer, the Burrow had been transformed into a marquee for the second time in a year. Only this time, there would be no Death Eaters gatecrashing and a lot more paparazzi. The media was in frenzy that the Weasley Twins would be marrying the same woman. Ridiculous theories abounded, some of which included polygamy and others went so far as to accuse George and Fred of being in an incestuous relationship (which they weren't). Minister Shacklebolt had to hold a press conference to dispel these outlandish claims and explain the rare magical concept behind what some had termed The Wedding of the Century.
When the big day finally arrived, there was no shortage of guests. Security was at its maximum, and even some who were on the official guest list had to be turned away for lack of space and fire code concerns. These people were redirected to a hill overlooking the Weasley home, where a rented jumbotron, bewitched with magic, had been set up to broadcast the event live.
Down behind Mr. Weasley's tool shed, Mr. Johnson looked his daughter up and down. She looked stunning, but that did nothing to dispel his emotions. As a father, he had ever right to be nervous over giving his only daughter away. But the fact that it was to not one, but two men made the feelings all the more enhanced. He had his misgivings, to say the least.
"Sweetheart, are you sure about this?" he asked Angelina for probably the tenth time that morning. Angelina just smiled at him.
"Daddy, I want this. More than I've ever wanted anything. I love Fred and George, and they love me. They're honest, they're sweet, they would never do anything to hurt me…and they'll protect me. You just have to trust that they can."
Mr. Johnson sighed. There was no changing his daughter's mind; that much was clear. Grudgingly, he escorted her to the foot of the marquee to be ready for the start of the ceremony.
Meanwhile, in an upstairs bedroom, Fred and George were helping to fix each other's suits.
"Ready for this, mate?" asked George.
"Absolutely," Fred said. "But still nervous, too." He paused before asking. "Say, George? How are we going to work out…"?
"…the logistics of tonight and every night for the rest of our natural lives?" George grinned. "We'll figure it out tonight, or just let Angelina do it. Knowing her, she probably already has." Fred laughed.
The best friends proceeded down to the front of the marquee and slipped through a fold in the tent to reach the altar without coming down the aisle and encountering Angelina before it was time. Soon, the procession began. Finally, when Fred and George could stand it no longer, she appeared.
Neither of the brothers could belief it. Angelina had morphed into an angel, a goddess, or any other ethereal creature that made mere mortals drool. She was the epitome of beauty in her dress and her blissful smile at the sight of her loves made her look even more radiant. She finally reached them.
"You look brilliant," Fred whispered to her.
"Yeah, why don't you dress like that more often?" George inquired.
"Always the tone of surprise," Angelina smiled. They paused, waiting for Kingsley to begin presiding.
"Well, here we are," Fred offered up to fill the gap.
"Together forever," Angelina concurred.
Finally, the ceremony began. It was slightly more complicated than a traditional wedding, as the vows had to be said and rings exchanged an extra time and it had to be assured that each participant had said their words to everyone else. At last, Kingsley declared the three husbands and wife. Everyone applauded and Fred and George were grinning like fools. Then, it came time to kiss the bride.
Angelina's hand shifted down to George's cheek and then to his chin, as his hand gently brushed back her long dark hair out of her face. They gazed at each other with loving smiles, which faded as their eyes softened, ready to perform the task at hand. Angelina's hands now rested softly on George's muscular chest as George cupped her face in his hands when he bent forward. A pause, and then their eyes shut as George and Angelina closed the gap between them. Their lips met in a tender kiss.
All at once, a blue stream of fireworks began swirling around the happy couple. Angelina was surprised, but took it in stride. Her kiss with her new husband became more deliberate and even desperate, and their arms wrapped quickly each other as the lights engulfed them in a small tornado. Angelina felt George's arms encircle her waist, and she gripped at his back while also holding his head. Next second, the fireworks whizzed upward and exploded in the evening sky above the marquee.
Angelina and George broke apart to watch the display. But the ceremony wasn't over yet.
"My turn," Fred cried. He spun Angelina around and then dipped her back. Angelina gripped his neck fearfully, letting out a gasp that quickly was silenced by Fred's lips molding over hers. He kissed her sweetly; completely unlike anyone thought he would be kissing her. At that moment another set of fireworks swirled around the couple, but Fred just held his bride steady. After the fireworks had exploded again into the dusky sky, Fred broke the kiss. Angelina groaned at the loss of his lips.
"Come on, Fred," she pleaded. He chuckled and kissed her on the mouth once more briefly, before whipping her back around and onto her feet.
The reception was the party of the year. Called after by well wishers, Fred, George and Angelina drove off in the old Ford Anglia. At last, they arrived at the Weasley Wizard Wheezes joke shop in Diagon Alley. Angelina could not have been happier with her new home.
"Oh, I can't wait to see the inside! Let's go!" Angelina said, but George stopped her.
"Whoa there. Old English custom- carry the bride across the threshold." So saying, he swept Angelina off her feet and went inside. The bride squealed in partial protest, partial delight.
"George Weasley, put me down!"
"No," George laughed. To vex her more, he began to waltz around the room with her in his arms, humming as he went. "Dum, da da dum, da dum, da dum dum dum…" He spun, and effortlessly passed Angelina off to Fred, who then proceeded to carry her upstairs to their waiting flat and bedroom above the shop. All three of them laughed heartedly. Fred finally reached the top landing and kicked the door open with his foot.
"Welcome home, Mrs. Weasley," He said grandly. The three of them had agreed that this would be her new name. Angelina smiled at her new identity. She began to kiss Fred all over his face in a sweet display of puppy love.
"Can you take me to bed?" she whispered in his ear. Fred gladly set her down on their bed. Angelina stretched out and looked up at her husbands lovingly. She watched as they went about the room and into the adjacent bathroom, making sure everything was just so. She thought they were so cute when they engrossed themselves in a task. Finally, they moved out towards the hallway.
"Give us a second, love. There's something we need to discuss," George told her. When he and Fred were alone, they faced each other. "I think you should be the first to make love to Angelina. You were in love with her before I was."
Fred blushed slightly at George's directness, but agreed. He had dreamed of being the one to take away Angelina's virginity, and was touched that George was conceding this task to him without any sort of argument. "Alright. Thanks, mate. I'll call you when we're done." He strode back into the bedroom, where his gorgeous bride was waiting.
"Are you ready, love?" Angelina asked him. Fred sat down on the bed.
"I've been ready for a long time," he admitted. Angelina sat up.
They kissed, tenderly at first, and then with growing passion. Fred gently unzipped Angelina's wedding dress and slipped her out of it. Angelina threw off Fred's suit, little by little. The pair fell back onto the bed, ready to consummate their marriage. Fred decided to tease his new wife a bit by not caving right away; instead, he started kissing her all over her body. Angelina giggled at his touch.
"Get on with it, Fred," she begged. She was so wet; she could hardly stand it. Fred obeyed and slowly sank onto her. Angelina squirmed as she felt him inside of her and seized his back for support. The first time was always painful; she knew that. Soon, the pain subsided, and the feeling of being unified with Fred felt wonderful. The pair began to rock back and forth finding a rhythm. Fred thrust into Angelina again and again, gripping the headboard to keep some leverage. Angelina bounced and banged around as the bed shook and creaked underneath them. She let out a cry of pleasure at every thrust Fred made. At last, her walls shuddered and she came. When their lips met in a searing kiss, Angelina could taste her juices on his tongue.
"I love you, Fred Gideon Weasley," she sighed. Fred grinned at her.
"And I have always loved you. Rest, now, while I go get George." He slipped into some boxer shorts and a T-shirt and left the room.
A few minutes later, George strolled in, wearing only his boxers. "You look bloody gorgeous," he told her. Angelina looked him up and down and grinned seductively.
"And you look like someone I want. Come here, you." She grabbed him and kissed him hard, pulling him down on top of her. Once again, she felt that electrifying feeling as a man unified with her. Thus George and Angelina began to have sex.
George was like a machine. He lit up his bride faster than Fred even did, going right for her weak spots immediately. Angelina guessed that Fred had communicated all of them to George, like one would share cheat codes in a video game. She moaned sweet nothings to him as they began to move in sync faster and faster. At last, George groaned, "Oh, god!" and he came. Angelina seized his manhood and sucked on it with the greediness of a baby. When she had had her fill, she sank back into the pillow and sighed.
"George Fabian Weasley, I adore you. What did I do to deserve such attractive, loving young men?"
"For just being you," George smiled. He kissed her once and shifted off of her. "Go to sleep, darling. You must be exhausted."
That was the last thing Angelina heard before she drifted into unconsciousness.