Oh Happy Day

By alloy

"Hey Fred," said Bill. "Where's Ron? I want all my brothers here for my Bulls party."

It was his father's face that caused Bill to regret his words. He knew Ron was around somewhere, but Percy had ignored both his invitation to be a groomsmen and Charlie's invitation to this party. Bill's words had served to reinforce the twins and Ron's attitude that Percy was no longer a member of the family.

Fred leant forward and whispered in his ear. "I'm afraid Ickle Ronnikins will be missing in action tonight, Bill. He sends his regards, but he had more important things to do."

Bill's chuckle was short lived. He pulled Fred closer. "He's not doing something stupid is he? He really loves that girl; I don't want to see him mess it up."

"If he made a mistake, Bill, it was this morning and I don't think it was a mistake."

Bill sat stunned for a moment. "I knew he was thinking of asking her, but I never thought this quickly. How can he keep this a secret? Mum will kill him."

"Keep it quiet, will you! Tomorrow's your big day. Ron knows that. He just wanted to make sure Hermione had every protection he could give her before they left with Harry. He figured they could have a fancy ceremony when they come back."

"Where are they?"

"They apparated back to the flat earlier. The wards are up and Hermione can definitely get through them."

"Mum's still gonna kill him."

"Well that's just a risk some of us have to take."

Their conversation was interrupted but the appearance of the ladies. In the interests of safety the Bulls party had been relegated to drinks in the Burrow garden, while the girls had Fleur's Hens party inside and now the ladies were coming to join the men. George and a number of Weasley cousins looked delighted at the prospect of entertaining the mostly part Veela girls. Fred less so, until he spotted Angelina.

Bill noted the way Fred's face lit up as Angelina sat on his lap.

"Hello, Angel."

"Did my Freddy miss me?"

Bill looked away searching for Fleur, but he couldn't help listening.

"Wonder how they're getting on."

"Probably fighting over what side of the bed to sleep on."

"Don't be nasty, Freddy," Angelina sighed. "I hope it's special for her."

"He was willing to wait, Angel. It was her choice."

"Hah!" snorted Angelina. "Bloody noble Weasleys, you know we can't keep our hands off you."

"I count on it, Angel of mine, I count on it."

Then Bill's concentration lapsed as Fleur's lips began to occupy the bulk of his attention. It was true after all. Women couldn't keep their hands off them.

There was life in the old dog yet.

Molly Weasley looked down at her sleeping husband and gently toyed with his thinning graying hair. A combination of the drinks and the Veela magic had given Arthur vigour last night and Mollywobbles would be the last to complain.

She remembered the first time she had come to the Burrow, it had been smaller then, his parent's house and he had invited her to his brother's wedding. With the house full, he had led her up into the tree house and Molly had wobbled there for the first time. Molly blushed; wouldn't William be mortified to learn why his mother always checked the tree house first?

Still today was the day her little Billy was getting married and while she had had her reservations about his bride to be, they had been banished on that horrible night in Hogwarts Castle.

His brothers would stand with him today; Charles, the Twins, even Ronald, her youngest boy, now a man, all except Percy. There was an ache in her heart for every rejection Percy had given the family.

She shook her husband. "Wakey! Wakey! King Arthur your young knight is getting married today."

Arthur opened his eyes, suddenly he reached out and wrestled her back onto the pillows. "You called me Lancelot last night, Mollywobbles," he growled. Molly giggled and swatted him gently. "Now Arthur, we don't have time for that, you've got to get dressed and down to the Little Burrow to make sure that Bill and Charlie get here on time."

"Yes dear," replied her husband before he squinted at cupboard. "Molly, why are there two sets of robes hanging there."

"Oh dear," she replied. "Those are Ron's, he must have forgotten to take them after the party last night." She frowned. "Come to think of it, I don't remember seeing him at all last night."

"Well now, dear, he probably found a nice dark corner with Hermione. You know how they are right now."

"I suppose," she said. "I don't remember seeing much of her either."

"Probably in the broom shed. I understand it's sporting a rather comfortable couch at the moment."

Molly chuckled. "I'll take those over to the twin's flat just now. Probably have to wake them all up."

"Nice of them to volunteer the house to the youngsters. Ginny was rather put out at not joining their slumber party, but as a bridesmaid she had to be here."

"I doubt there were any hi-jinks," said Molly. "Everyone was pretty exhausted when they left."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Really, Mollywobbles? Exhausted you say? I'm rested now."

An hour and a half later, a grinning Molly Weasley apperated into her sons flat. As she suspected it was still in darkness and she nodded approvingly at the amber glow which indicated that her sons had raised the wards after returning home.

Harry Potter lay on the couch asleep and she smiled that George had allowed a guest that privilege. Hermione and Angelina would no doubt be enjoying the privacy of one of the bedrooms, while the twins had shared all their lives.

Molly's thoughts came to a grinding halt. GEORGE! Why was George on the living room floor? Where was Ronald?

Molly Weasley marched determinedly into George's bedroom.

Slamming open the door she discovered Fred and Angelina very cozily cuddled up in the single bed.

"FREDERICK WEASLEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN BED WITH THAT GIRL?"

Fred and Angelina jolted awake and Fred observed his mother with bleary eyes.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Molly repeated.

"Sleeping, Mum."

Molly stood aghast at her son's cheek, speechless she allowed her gaze to fall on Angelina. The young woman had pulled the sheets well over herself and it was clear to Molly that underneath them she was naked.

A part of Molly wanted to shout and scream and harangue this young woman for corrupting her son. The part of Molly that remembered being seduced by the boy's father in the tree house took a hold of that part and flung it out of her mind like a garden gnome. Clearly Fred was to blame.

The boy was just sitting there, cocksure, as if he were waiting for something, waiting for a penny to drop.

Ronald! "Where's your brother?"

"In the living room." The twins had always delighted in exasperating her.

"Not George! RONALD!"

"Ah! Ickle Ronniekins would be in the master bedroom." Fred pointed past his mother to the door emblazoned with a stylish 'F'; on the knob hung a very familiar Gryffindor school tie.

Molly Weasley let out a very unladylike word and opened the door. What she saw within gave her pause.

Her youngest son lay bare chested on his back snoring. Cradled snugly in his arm, wearing what Molly judged to be Ron's pajama jacket, was the chestnut haired witch which she had long come to regard as her second daughter. The bed was new, queen sized, almost shimmering in red and gold. They both looked so comfortable and peaceful that Molly was almost derailed of her purpose. Almost!

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, YOU WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!"

Both young people jerked awake, still entangled with one another they found their wands and had them to bear before Molly could react. Ron blinked the sleep from his eyes. "Bloody hell, Mum! We nearly hexed you!"

"Ronald!" Hermione hissed. "Language."

Behind her Molly heard a chuckle from Fred. "That's our girl."

"Ronald, would you care to explain yourself?"

"No Mum, I wouldn't!"

There was a defiance in her son's eyes that she had seen all too often in the twins, but rarely in him. Ronald was like his father. When you saw his defiance it meant something.

"You come bashing into our bedroom like a rampaging hippogriff. Maybe you should explain yourself!" Molly was shocked at he son's anger. "WELL MUM?"

"Ron," Hermione voice was soft. "Luv." Her hand looked so small against his chest.

Molly suddenly found herself fighting back tears. "She sees it, too," she thought. "She knows when to shout and harass and berate him, she knows when to scold him and she knows it won't do any good now. She knows him as well as I do, probably better."

"Mrs. Weasley, I think it would be better if you waited outside while we got dressed." The rest was unspoken. "While I try to calm him down."

Molly felt a gentle hand on her shoulder as Fred steered her out of the room and closed the door behind them.

"Angel love, could you make Mum some tea."

Fred turned to Harry and George who were now awake. It was George who spoke however. "I'll just show Harry those new products then. Grab your clothes, Harry, we'll change downstairs."

Molly allowed herself to be seated on the couch; she finally allowed the tears to flow.

"Come on, Mum," said Fred, rubbing his mother's back. "They love each other."

"I know, Fred, it's just… he's my baby and he's had to grow up so quickly, and that girl's grown up with him and now it feels like she's stolen him."

"Mum, she's good for him."

"I know, Fred." Molly took a deep breath. "I want to be angry at her and at Fleur and at Angelina, but I can't. You've all got something of your father in you and I fell in love with your father. How can I blame any of them for falling in love with you?"

"Mrs. Weasley?" Angelina held the mug of tea for Molly to grasp the handle. Molly stared at the girl's strong fingers for a moment.

"When did you get the ring, dear?"

"A few weeks ago, Mrs. Weasley. With the headmaster gone…Fred didn't want to wait."

Wiping away the tears, Molly patted the couch next her. "Call me,'Mum.'" She turned and cupped Fred's cheek in her palm. "It's far too late to say you're a naughty boy, Fred."

"Mum?" Molly jerk around at the sound of her youngest son's voice.

"Have you calmed down, Ronald?"

"Yeah, I reckon a bit."

"Good. Now Hermione can come and show me her ring."

"Mum? How do you know?"

"Frederick wouldn't give up his new marital bed unless it was important. Would you, Fred?"

"No Mum."

As Hermione lifted her slender hand for Molly see, the tears began to flow. "Your old Mum's not that daft, you know?"

"Mrs. Weasley," Hermione had found a handkerchief around her person.

"It's 'Mum' dear, and you come sit next to me. MOVE FRED!"

Both Ron and Fred chuckled as the older brother found himself unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

"Was your father there, dear? He had to be you know to make it legal?"

Hermione nodded. "He was Mrs… Mum."

"A law won't matter to the family of course, just the ring. But your father-in-law did draft the law, so we should make a point of obeying it."

"It was a bloody pain in the bum, Mum."

"Ronald!" Both Molly and Angelina chuckled at Hermione's quick response.

"Tell me, Ron," said Fred suddenly a naughty twinkle in his eye. "How did you decide what side of the bed to sleep on?"

"Well… er." Ron glanced at Hermione. "We had a bit of a fight about that."

Fred grinned and Angelina burst out laughing. Molly took in the look on Ron's face before she joined her.

It was going to be a wonderful day.

Fin

Next Chapter Blurp:

Bill and Fleur's Wedding Day, what could be happier than that?

"Darkness Rising."

Author's Notes:

Sandy was embarrassed by Molly wobbling though. I love making Sandy blush.

Those wishing to read Chapter 11.5 "Wrong Side Of The Bed" (NC-17 outtakemay find it at Simply Undeniable or The Quidditch Pitch.

Beta's Notes:

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