Zina pov

"Dance with me" Fred says, holding a hand out to me, where I sit along at a table in the corner of the gazebo. I look up and roll my eyes "Why, Fred?" I ask in a bored tone "because this is my brothers wedding and we should be civil, Zina" I sigh and take his hand, stumbling a little as he drags me up to the dance floor, placing his hands lightly on my waist, grinning when I glare at him "Totally innocent Zina! Promise!" He laughs, and I place my own hands on his shoulders, looking across to see George and Cassandra in the same position, but closer.

Fred leans in a little, and looks over to them "Don't they look cute together?" he whispers, and I look at his face, just for a moment, and in it I see everything I feel. I'm happy for them, so happy, so worried they'll hurt each-other again, because they're both so stubborn, and so scared I'll loose my best friend. I sigh, and hug him closer, because that's all I can think to do right now "Very cute" I whisper "I meant it, though, what I said, every word." Fred nods and sighs "Some one had to tell him, Zina. Awesome idea pretending to be all creepily possessed to do it, when'd you get to be such a good actress?"

I laugh and shake my head, take a deep breath, and decide to do this now while he can't see the tears welling up in my eyes "When I had to start acting like I still hated you..." I let my chin rest on his shoulder and grin.

Fred POV

I love this girl, god I love her. She doesn't hate me, it's a start... I'll have to go slowly.. I don't want to scare her..

The song ends and I pull away from Zina, marching over to George, smiling at Cassandra. She rolls her eyes and pulls George in for another kiss "I can take a hint!" she laughs, as George gives her puppy dog eyes "You two talk! Zina and I will go to the bar.." she flounces off, giving us a wink over her shoulder before linking arms with Zina, the two of them almost immediately start giggling, George turns to me "Hey, Freddikins" he laughs, using an old name that ma' molly used to call me "hey man.." I ask, fiddling with the tie around my neck "Think we can go outside a minute?" he nods and we walk out "So what's up?" he asks

George POV

"Well... Umm" he starts "You know you'll always be my best mate, right George?" I nod, slightly perplexed as to why he dragged me out here "I just.. uh" he continues "wanted to make sure... y'know? That you weren't gonna... um.. like go crazy? I get that you and cass are totally into each oth-" I cut him off, laughing "Freddie! I'm not gonna run off into the horizon with Cass, ok? I doubt she'd even fucking let me!" Fred grins "Good man..." he runs a hand through his hair, and we both shuffle our feet, feeling awkward "You're like.. family to me.. Yeah?" he says, then face palms himself. "We cool?" he asks. I just nod, clapping him on the shoulder before walking back into the gazebo.

When I walk back in I make a beeline for Fleur, seeing Cass is still occupied with Zina, and tap her on the shoulder, taking over from bill to dance with her.

Cassandra POV

I sigh as I see bill walking over, and take another sip of my vodka and lemonade, and try grinning at him "Alright there bill? Congrats on the marriage" he tilts his head to the side, in what I suppose he thinks is a friendly greeting that doesn't require him to actually talk to me. I frown, and watch as Zina walks off to dance with Fred again. Bill joins me at the bar and coughs "I appreciate you not spilling the proverbial beans about my father, bill" I tell him, making sure to avoid eye contact. He coughed again "You're welcome, Cassandra." He mutters, sticking out a hand "Truce? For my brother?" I sigh, and take his hand, shaking it "Truce." I agree "Cool" he mutters, and then walks off as quickly as he came.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist "Did you just shake hands with my brother?" George asks, incredulous as he steals my glass and takes a sip, grinning "I think.." I start "me and bill just made a truce" he gives a 'wahey' and takes the drink he ordered, clinking his glass against mine "Proud of you, sugar" he grins, kissing my forehead "Thankyou, Cassandra." He murmurs, his hand squeezing my waist "you look lovely today" she sighs, pressing her forehead against mine and for one blissful moment, that shimmers and pauses, it's just the two of us.

Then there's a scream, the broken scream of one Fleur Weasley. Another frozen moment, in which nothing happens, and everyone decides if the scream was real or just their imagination. Everyone settles on real, as dementors start swooping around, and a cry

THE MINISTRY HAS FALLEN, AND IF YOU ARE NOT ON THE SIDE OF THE DARK LORD YOU WILL DIE.

There are clicks of people apparating, spells and curses flung around, patronases cast by those who have their heads screwed on, I see a shimmering snake glide past me, hazarding a guess that it belongs to Cassandra, and I keep her anchored to my side as we work, grinning, because despite everything this kind of stuff is what we do for a living, and we love it.