I really hate to let this moment go, I'm touching your skin and your hair's falling slow.- Don't you want to stay.
"You think he'll make it through the entire ceremony without wiping his glasses?" Fred asked out of the corner of his mouth as we stood next to Percy. I snorted, quickly managing to cover it up as a cough. We were standing with the wedding party, on Percy's side. A friend of his from the ministry, Tom, I believe, was his best man. Bill, Charlie, and Ron were also standing with us.
"Yeah, but he'll definitely give at least three sniffs." Ron wagered quietly, masking the words by rubbing his nose. I grinned even more, fighting the laugh that wanted to break free.
"What are you all chattering about?" Percy asked with a great big, pompous sniff. I snorted, turning it into a cough again and failing dismally at that when Ron held up one finger.
"Nothing, lil' Bro." Bill said, shaking his head at our antics as Charlie stopped his laughter by shoving his fist into his mouth.
"Nervous?" I asked, trying to stop my laughter.
"No," he said quietly, his eyes moving back to the end of the aisle. "I should be, shouldn't I? We've only been dating for a year, and we only had a week long engagement, but I'm not the least bit nervous. I know she's the one."
"Aww, listen to our ickle Percykins." Fred said, blinking his eyes as though he were trying to stop tears and over exaggerating the expression. "He's growing up on us." He grave a great sniff, making Percy blush, and smile slightly, before Fred flung himself at me. "Hold me, George!" He sobbed, clutching onto me and letting out great big, dry, fake sobs. Bill shook his head, Charlie rolled his eyes, Ron snorted, and Percy let out a quiet laugh.
"It's okay, Freddie," I said, making my own voice weepy, "will make it through somehow."
"Uh-oh, better cut the act, mum's giving you the look." Bill whispered. Fred and I instantly straightened up and shot her a big grin, noticing she was indeed giving us the dreaded look. You know the one, it's the one that promises lots of pain if we didn't straighten up.
Before we could make anymore mischief, the music started and the bridesmaids came down the aisle. Ginny, Luna, and Hermione were the brides maids she had chosen. I didn't pay too much attention to the first two, but Hermione managed to capture my full attention. I hadn't given my distraction with her last night much thought, I figured it was just adrenaline and excitement, but it came back to my mind full force now, and I realized just why it was I had become spell bound by her eyes.
She was a gorgeous witch. Her hair had been tamed somewhat from its bushy state and she'd pinned it up in a complex bun. Her dress was a pale blue, and made of a floaty material that gently laid against her curves, barely showing them off, but leaving plenty to the imagination as it floated to the ground. I felt my mouth drop slightly as I watched her.
"Oi, Georgie, you're drooling a bit." Fred whispered out of the corner of his mouth, I snapped my mouth shut and felt my ears turn faintly redder. Hermione was watching me with a little smile, blushing as well. She took her spot next to the others and shot me a quick glance, smiling wider when I caught her eyes and waggled my eyebrows shamelessly.
The music reached its peak and Audrey came around the corner. Percy's mouth dropped open and he looked completely awed as she made her way down the aisle. She was pretty, her dark black hair pinned back in a fancy up do, and her white dress was made of a delicate lace, but Percy was flat out speechless at the sight of her.
We stood beside him during the entire ceremony, lending him quiet strength as the second of us married. When Bill was getting married last year, I never thought all six of us would be following suit in a mere six weeks. It seemed mental almost.
Who am I kidding? It was mental, completely and utterly mental.
My eyes caught Hermione's again as Percy and Audrey kissed. Her eyes were filled with tears and she had a sweet little smile on her face, full of gentle happiness and I found myself thinking it might not be so bad.
-o-O-o-
"It's my turn to dance, love." I said quietly, stepping up behind Hermione and bending down so that my lips were next to her ear. She jumped and turned around so she was facing me, a big smile lifting her full lips-her full, very kissable lips…
"I was wondering if you were going to ask me. I've already danced with your dad, Ron, Harry, and Fred."
"Don't forget Bill and Percy." I added, grinning at her. Her eyes widened before a slightly saucy smile took over her lips.
"Are you keeping tabs on me, George?"
"No, why, did it sound like that?"
"Not at all, I hardly noticed you danced with Luna, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Audrey, and Alicia." Okay, apparently our lack of interest was mutual.
"So, would you dance with me, Miss Granger?" I asked, bowing slightly and offering her my hand. She grinned, blushing faintly, and nodded her head.
"Yes, I'd love too." I took her hand in mine and led her onto the dance floor before facing her again and placing my hand on her waist. She placed hers on my shoulder and looked up at me expectantly. A new song started and I began to lead her to the simple waltz.
She looked up at me and smiled softly, seeming happy. I felt the same, I wasn't worried about anything at the moment, and she felt nice in my arms.
"You look really nice, Hermione." I said after a moment. She smiled more and blushed, lowering her eyes before looking at me again.
"Thanks, George, you look handsome as well."
"I know, I'm quite dashing in these." I said with a wink she gave a quiet laugh, seeming slightly nervous.
"Fred and I finished moving into our flat today, and we're throwing a little 'we're finally back home' bash tomorrow night for a few of our closest friends. Would you like to come? It'll probably just be games and a few drinks, but it should be fun." She looked up at me, smiling lightly and nodded her head.
"I'd love too. Do I need to bring anything?" I thought for a moment and nodded my head.
"Yeah, any muggle games you're particularly fond of would be nice."
"I can do that." She took a breath and bit her lip, looking as though she was trying to decide something. She met my eyes briefly and then leaned forward, leaning her head against my chest. I repressed my gasp and brought my hand down lower instead, holding her close and slowing my dance down. She fit against me perfectly, just tall enough so that I could lay my head on top of hers. Katie had always been slightly taller than me, not at all comfortable to dance with. I'm not really short, well, next to Ron, Percy, and Bill I am-I got the Prewett genes, but I'm not really all that tall either (I'm average, all right? I assure you though, I am far above average on everything else!). Hermione was shorter than me though, and I really liked that, it made me feel bigger, like I could protect her if I needed to, even though she was loads better at magic than me.
I kept dancing for the rest of the night, hardly noticing when the music finally stopped. Her hand worked it's way up to my hair, twirling it around her fingers gently while her other hand rested over my heart. My hands were resting on her hips, and she hadn't made me move them up, which surprised me a little bit. We'd chatted some, but we'd mostly just held each other close and moved slowly.
"Oi, love birds!" Fred and Ron called from the other side of the tent after the music stopped. "Come on inside before all the foods gone." I pulled away from Hermione slightly, sending a quick glare at my brothers before turning back to me. She was looking up at me through her lashes, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
She pulled back from me, dropping her arms from around me and turning towards the others. I watched her go feeling confused. We'd just danced together for at least an hour, and she'd seemed really comfortable with me, now, she was acting all shy again.
And I still had the urge to kiss her, it was only getting stronger.
I sighed and followed her in the house, not minding the view she provided me with at all. Everyone else was already gathered around the table, various pieces of the uncomfortable wedding wear missing. I tossed off my robe and undid my tie before sitting down next to Fred. Hermione slipped her shoes off and took a seat by Harry, glancing at me before serving herself some food. I found it hard to actually focus on the food, I kept wanting to look at her. I'd never really noticed how pretty she was. She usually hid her face in a book and her body under oversized clothes. I'd no idea she had such nice legs and such a curvy body. It didn't help that I also knew more about her personality as well, and it was just as attractive.
That was what was throwing me off, I'd spent the last week and a half in a panicked daze because I was going to have to marry this girl I barely knew. Now, I was finding it weird because I found her attractive, I liked her. I liked Hermione Granger, and that was kind of weirding me out.
I did watch her quite a bit, which didn't go unnoticed by Fred or Charlie, both of whom kept giving me long looks. I turned my attention back to my shepherd's pie and tried to ignore them, until I became aware mum was also looking at me.
Apparently I'd inadvertently gained half the tables attention, brilliant.
Hermione finished first and thanked mum, leaving the room and heading for the sitting room. I watched her go with an upraised eyebrow, still trying to figure out just when she'd gotten so attractive.
I shook it off and turned back to my potatoes, chewing them quickly and finally finishing my food. I scooted back from the table and tossed my napkin onto it thanking mum for the meal.
I went into the sitting room, noticing Hermione was staring out the front window with her back to me. I walked up behind her, feeling more bold and placed my hand lightly on her shoulder.
She turned her head, looking at me over her shoulder. She'd transfigured her robes into a plain, more comfortable one, and her hair had started to fall down.
"George?" She questioned quietly. I smiled softly at her, marveling how pretty she looked with her hair falling in loose curls around her face.
"Fred and I are leaving tonight, and I just wanted to remind you about the get together... We'll have our floo working again, so you can come over that way." I said, my hand coming up to my neck and rubbing it nervously. She looked at me slightly surprised and nodded her head, keeping her dark eyes on me.
"I'll do that." She said quietly, biting her lip. My eyes got lost in hers again, and I found myself leaning towards her. It was as though a force was pulling me to her, and I didn't want to break it, I wanted to kiss her, I couldn't really recall ever wanting to kiss anyone so much.
"George do you-oops." Fred's voice broke the spell that had taken over Hermione and I and we both shot apart, turning towards him and blushing. Fred's eyes were wide and he looked surprised before a huge grin spread across his lips.
"I'll just leave you two to it, I'll be at the flat, Brother O' Mine."
He disappeared with a crack and left Hermione and me alone, blushing once again. I turned towards her slowly, scared she'd be closed up once again. She hadn't she was still standing straight, and still looking at me with her dark eyes.
"I need to get going…" I said quietly, looking at her eyes. She frowned slightly but nodded her head.
"Thanks for the dances, I had a lovely time."
"Yeah, me too…" I stepped back, my hand once again rubbing my neck and started to turn. I felt like an awkward teenager again.
I was a twenty year old adult male, I was not some stuttering school kid with a crush. She was my fiancée and I was going to kiss her.
Okay, the way I always picture the closeness in this family is like this: Bill, closest to Charlie, looks out for Percy the most; Charlie and Bill closest, looks out for the twins the most; Percy, closest to Ron, who he also watches out for; Twins, closest to each other, then Charlie, and Ron, they watch out for Ginny. Ginny is closest to the twins, and fights the most with Ron, but also loves him second most.