Alright, so I swear I had a great idea for this chapter. I swear I did. And then it just started fluttering out of the window. Flutter, flutter. So all of this is utter nonsense! Whoop-de-doo. Sorry MrsFredWeasley21, but I'll try to make it as awesome as I can. *puts on motivational music*

But, in all honesty, this has taken different forms. From the Gryffindor Common Room, to an office in the Ministry, back to Hogwarts, and then to the Burrow and WWW. None of the ideas have stuck until this one. In the words of my older brother when trying to use an old glue stick on a piece of art – "Stick, you s-o-b, stick!"

A wedding was supposed to be the most magical experience of a young girl's life. Little girls dreamed of it, pretending to be walking down an aisle of teddy bears and Barbie dolls to reach an imaginary man of her dreams. Teenaged girls thought of moving down a line of her best friends and family to reach the apple of her eye. Young women wanted it and were waiting for those to stop with the silly games and just marry them already. Those older were left to look back on it and thank their lucky stars that they'd made it to where they were.

"No, you go here, Mister Bear," Victoire said, moving her teddy bear to one spot, unaware that her father was leaning against the doorway and watching her in amusement. She surveyed everybody, making sure her little light blue Pygmy Puff – which her uncles had made especially for her – was still in the spot where the minister should go. She grabbed her wilted bouquet of wildflowers and weeds and draped toilet paper over her head.

Bill watched as Victoire began to hum the bridal march, going slowly down her line of toys to reach a little blue haired boy, who had an old Gryffindor tie around his neck as if it were a bow-tie. He looked annoyed, watching as the little blonde haired girl made her way down her makeshift aisle.

Once Victoire reached Teddy and her Pygmy Puff, she cleared her throat and lifted her toilet paper veil to speak as her Pygmy Puff. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two in oily matter-money. If anybody thinks these two should not get hitched, speak now or forever hold your Reese's Pieces."

"I don't ever remember giving you my permission," Bill spoke up with a smirk, making the two children turn towards them.

"Hi Daddy! Teddy's helping me plan my wedding!" Victoire said happily, swaying back and forth.

Bill arched an eyebrow at the still miffed looking Teddy, "How'd she get you to do that?"

He looked seriously up at Bill, "I don't know."

Carly sighed, closing her blue eyes as she leaned against her desk, letting her blonde hair slip from its ponytail just a little. While Binns was going on and on about the literature made during the Elizabethan Age by wizards, she was humming softly to herself. By this time tomorrow, she'd be watching her two friends get married, standing up there as one of the bride's maids.

It was so lucky that she'd been such good friends with Ginny while the youngest Weasley was at Hogwarts. She'd gotten to meet the Harry Potter, and become great friends with the bride-to-be. She wondered just how long she'd be able to stay out of school. But since McGonagall was going as well, she'd have to lie to her and tell her that yes, she totally did her transfiguration essay that was due the day she got back to school.

Bugger….

Mrs. Weasley watched out of the window above the sink, seeing Ron and Ginny argue on who would be their Quidditch team's captain. She smiled a little, washing the final dish in the sink.

She'd remembered meeting Arthur in her fifth year – his sixth – at the train station to Hogwarts. He'd bumped into her and made her spill all of her books, his toppling to the ground as well. Despite how cheesy it was, as they'd reached for one book their hands touched, and they'd been in love ever since. Her mother had been overjoyed when she announced their engagement, but her father had been wary, as well as her brothers. But they'd seen how great Arthur was and had relented to let her become a Weasley. Charlie and Bill had been nearly inseparable, Percy being the little black sheep and hiding under the stairs to read. The three boys had always hidden together, however, whenever it was storming. They'd been afraid Deatheaters or even You-Know-Who himself would come into their house.

Once Fred and George were born, they'd realized that they'd have to protect their family from such evils. Bill was, of course, in charge, Charlie his second in command and Percy chasing after them in the woods, begging them to wait up. Ron came, along with the supposed end to Voldemort. Fred and George were a mess, and never grew out of their terrible twos. Ginny was born a year after Ron, and Mrs. Weasley was overjoyed to finally have a little girl, but soon realized that she was just a little tomboy.

But, still, she'd give anything to have them all so little to hide underneath her apron, looking up at her with big eyes as they tucked the corners over their ears, begging for either a cookie or a hug. Fred and George had nearly stretched out her apron at that age, squeezing under together, but she found that she didn't care.

She sighed and looked down at the sink, only to blink and realize that there was nothing left to clean.

"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue," George murmured, twirling a ribbon around on his finger as he waited in front of a dressing curtain, his conversation partner behind it. "You got your something old, Granger?"

"Your mum's pearls! If you see her again, tell her I said thank you!"

He rolled his eyes, forgetting to mention that it'd be the twentieth time she said it, but continued. "Something new?"

"Earrings."

"Something borrowed?"

"Garter."

"Who'd you borrow it from?" he asked curiously.

"Malfoy," she said cheekily, making him chuckle.

"Something blue?"

"Undies."

He wrinkled his nose, taking a step back, "Didn't want to know that. Fred would, but I don't."

She gave a laugh, stepping out and giving a twirl. George gave out a low whistle, his eyebrows going up. She had her hair pinned up with little cream colored butterfly pins to hold it up, a lock of hair curling over her shoulder. Her dress was off-the-shoulder and without a back, the skirt flowing down to the floor with a sheer white covering that doubled as a train.

"Actually, I lied," he said, "I'm Fred."

She laughed, smiling at him, "Nice try, George."

"But wow, you look gorgeous," he grinned, "Seriously, any and every guy is going to be so jealous of Fred today."

She opened her mouth to say something to him, when somebody knocked and opened the door, his eyes covered with his hand. But his messy black hair gave him away instantly, despite how out of place it looked with the nice tuxedo.

"Harry," Hermione smiled, "What do you think?"

Harry removed his hand and blinked at her before grinning, "You look amazing, Hermione."

"That's what I said," George nodded before giving a softer smile to her, "Ready to become a Weasley?"

She gave a deep breath before exhaling, "Too late to back out now."

George chuckled and left to go and be the best man for his twin. Harry stepped towards her and smiled down at her.

"I'm so happy for you, Hermione," he said, gently putting his hands on her shoulders to peck her forehead.

"Thanks, Harry," she said softly before giving a little whine of distress, "Oh Merlin, I'm so nervous."

"Don't be. All you have to do is listen to the minister, repeat what you're supposed to repeat, and say 'I do.'"

"That's a Muggle wedding, Harry," she said with a small smile.

"Oh," he furrowed his eyebrows, "Well then what do you have to do?"

"Same thing – just with more spells," she said. They heard the music playing, louder and louder. Harry offered her his arm, smiling at her as she gathered herself.

"Alright," she said, grabbing her bouquet of roses, "Let's do this."

"Already sounding like a Weasley twin," Harry chuckled as they walked towards the big doors to go down the aisle, where Harry would give her away so she could become Mrs. Fred Weasley.

It's not the best out there, and I'm sorry. It's taken me so long to even come up with this. I apologize profusely.

Anyway…maybe I can get a better chapter up….

Love,

Birdie