"Misty?" George called a second before the sound of the front door shutting was heard.

"In your room!" I called, struggling to move the zipper on my back the rest of the way up. I was getting ready for Oliver and Angelina's wedding and was putting on the same dress I'd worn for Charlie's. It was a simple, dark blue V-neck dress that hugged my body until the waist, where it flared out.

"You decent?" George's voice called from outside the bedroom door.

"Yeah."

The door creaked open and he peaked his head in, grinning at me. "You know, you may as well call this your room now. Or our room." he smirked, stepping just enough inside to lean his shoulder against the doorway.

I glared weakly at him. "Shut up." I grumbled, still struggling with the zipper.

"Need help with that?" he asked, a glint in his eye.

I sighed in defeat, letting my arms drop to my sides. "Yes please." I turned so my back was facing him and pulled my hair, which was still wet from my shower, over my shoulder so it wasn't in his way.

He came up behind me and I could feel his knuckles barely graze my back as he pulled the zipper up to the back of my neck. His lips then grazed my neck, his arms slipping around my waist and hugging me tightly. I smiled, leaning my head back against his shoulder.

"I've been thinking, is there really a point in you having your apartment?" George asked quietly. "I mean, the Aurors are trying to catch this guy, but at this point…we'll be married in exactly two months. Even if they did catch him in the next few days, would there even be a point in you moving back into your apartment only for us to have to move in together soon anyway?"

I hummed thoughtfully. "Well, where are we going to live after we're married? I mean, you, me, Fred, and Hermione can't all live together in this tiny flat."

George hummed like I did. "We can go looking for a place. There's someone I need to talk to before we decide on a place to live anyway, but I can think of a few ideas. Plus Fred and Granger are thinking of staying here in the flat, at least for their first year of marriage."

I nodded. "Okay. I'll look into selling my apartment, but we've got time before we need to actually do something. Lets just enjoy the next couple weeks and wait until Fred and Mione's wedding is over, than we have some time before the next wedding to come up with something. Unless they want us out right away?" I looked up at his face in time to see him smirk.

"Not really. Fred's planning on taking Granger on a surprise honeymoon right after their wedding, so they'll be gone for at least a week. And we'll be married about a month after that anyway. I think we can all survive living here together for a month."

"Okay, sounds good." I nodded.

George smiled and kissed my cheek. "I'm going to jump in the shower quick. Fred should be coming up in about ten minutes, he just needed to finish something up in the shop. We'll leave in…" he checked the clock, "hour and a half?"

I nodded in agreement and he left the room, closing the door behind him.

I used the Hot-Air charm from my wand to dry my hair, and did a trick Ginny taught me to curl my hair while it was drying, leaving my golden brown hair in loose ringlets.

An hour and a half later, George and I Apparated to Dorset, England right on the edge of the Puddlemere United home Quidditch pitch. Fred and Hermione appeared next to us a moment later.

George released my hand and offered his arm, allowing me to grip the crook of his elbow. We walked as a group to the other side of the pitch, where an archway was set up right at the base of the middle hoop. There were rows and rows of benches in front of the arch, creating a pathway to it. The seats were already about halfway filled.

The front, right row was saved for immediate family, and the front two rows on the left were reserved for the Puddlemere team, Ang and Oliver's teammates. I could also recognize quite a few people we went to Hogwarts with, mostly Gryffindors, as well as Professor McGonagall and a few other Hogwarts teachers.

George chose a row on the right about halfway down the isle. He moved down to the fourth seat from the isle, I scooted in next to him, then Hermione followed me, and Fred sat on the end.

We waited for close to twenty minutes, in which time Lee joined us and we had to scoot down to make room for him on the end, before Oliver came out and stood under the arch with a few men I didn't know.

Finally, some music started playing and a couple girls who I recognized as Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet walked down the isle with small bouquets of blue flowers.

Once Alicia was standing at the front everyone stood up and watched as Angelina was lead down the isle on her father's arm.

She looked even more beautiful than when we were in Hogwarts. Her dark skin was smooth and blemish-free, her black hair was shiny and perfectly curled a few inches past her shoulders, and her dark eyes were fixed firmly on Oliver, a big smile on her face.

I glanced up at George to see him watching her, too. He looked happy, not bitter or sad. He was watching her like someone watching an old friend get a dream come true, not a man watching his ex-girlfriend walk down the isle to someone else.

He looked down at me, probably realizing I was watching him, and raised his eyebrows. I simply smiled at him before turning back to watch Angelina and her father.

When they reached the front everyone sat down and watched the ceremony. Within a few minutes, George grabbed my hand and simply held it, our joined hands resting in my lap. I smiled at the simple gesture before returning my attention to the front.

It was easy to see that Angelina and Oliver fit well together. They acted like being together was as easy as breathing. They even threw a few Quidditch references and jokes into their vows. Typical.

When the bride and groom kissed, many of the guys erupted in catcalls and whistles while us girls clapped. When the applause settled down they walked down the isle and waited at the end so they could thank all the guests on their way to the other end of the pitch, where a large tent was set up for the reception.

We followed our row into the isle and formed a crooked line to make our way toward the newlyweds. I stepped to the side so George could walk beside me, letting him take my hand and subtly letting him take the lead.

Fred reached them first, since he was ahead of us in line. Angelina had a constant smile on her face and hugged Fred tightly before releasing him to let him and Oliver shake hands.

"Congratulations. So, what's the plans for the honeymoon?" I couldn't see his face, but I could tell by his tone he was smirking.

"Not sure how that's any of your concern, Weasley." Oliver retorted good-naturedly while Hermione backhanded Fred's shoulder.

"It's a fair question!" he defended lightly.

Angelina shook her head at him. "Fred, you're such a prat. I'd give you crap about it right back but I actually like Hermione, I wouldn't want to embarrass her along with you." she smiled at Hermione before complementing her on her engagement ring. They exchanged pleasantries before they decided to save catching up for later, apparently Fred's stomach was complaining rather loudly.

I sucked in a deep breath, my stomach clenching nervously. I was about to meet George's ex-girlfriend, the girl I practically stole him from.

George must've noticed my dilemma, because he leaned down and kissed my cheek, his breath washing over me as he whispered in my ear, "I'm over her, Misty. If the Marriage Law went away tomorrow, I'd still want to be with you. Relax. Ang holds no bitterness against you."

I took a deep, calming breath, closing my eyes and forcing myself to relax. I nodded when I felt steadier and allowed George to pull me forward.

"Hey, Wood! Congratulations!" George greeted joyfully, pulling Oliver into one of those strange man hugs. When they pulled away he bowed slightly to Angelina, "And Mrs. Wood."

She laughed, leaning forward to hug him. "Shut up, you goof. Thank you for coming." the last phrase was spoken quietly near George's ear, but I still caught it. I tried not to be awkward or jealous, after all the hug could easily be a friendly hug, just a bit more…intimate than her hug with Fred.

When they pulled away, George smiled over at me, taking my hand back in his and tugging me forward. "This is Misty. Misty, this is obviously Oliver and Angelina Wood." he smirked a bit at them when he said their new titles. Oliver ignored him and offered his hand for me to shake. I took it and smiled nervously.

"It's nice to meet you." he smiled kindly.

"You, too." I returned it with a less nervous smile before I turned to Angelina.

She smiled brightly, not one ounce of bad feelings or fakeness in her expression.

"Hi, it's nice to finally meet you, George told me a bit about you. I'm sorry the last time you saw me was a bit of a misunderstanding." she grimaced guiltily.

I shook my head. "No, that was my fault. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."

"I think anyone would have in that situation, it's not just you."

I shrugged, mildly awkward at the conversation.

"Anyway, good luck being married to this jokester for the rest of your life! You'll need it." she joked, jerking a thumb at George.

He slapped a hand to his chest, feigning offense. "I'll have you know I'm a complete gentleman. I haven't pranked Misty once!" then he grinned widely, "Although, she did manage to prank Freddie yesterday."

Both Oliver and Angelina gasped, their heads snapping around to stare at me.

"No way."

"How'd you pull that off? What'd you do?" Angelina asked in admiration.

I shrugged, uncomfortable in the spotlight. I could even hear a few people in line behind us making comments of amazement, having overheard George's exclamation.

"It really wasn't that big of a deal…all I did was…sever a hole in his trousers before he went down to work in the shop."

Oliver barked a laugh. "That's priceless!"

"OI!" we all turned toward where the reception was being held to see Fred about halfway across the field. "STOP TELLING PEOPLE!"

We all laughed before George decided to wrap things up and soon we were crossing the field toward the huge, white tent.

(George POV)

The reception went well, and before too long people were on the dance floor for a more upbeat song. I would've tracked down Misty and dragged her out to dance with me, but my favorite future sister-in-law and darling baby sister had beat me to it.

Hermione, Ginny, and Misty were laughing together and dancing and overall just being goofy. Misty's cheeks were red and she had a huge smile split over her face, a couple dimples just barely visible.

I blinked and suddenly my twin was out there with them, taking turns twirling the three girls under his arms or spinning them out. I smiled, watching Misty laugh with my family, throwing her head back in carefree joy. Pretty soon Harry joined them, but more to dance with Ginny.

"She looks like she's having fun." I looked up just as Ang pulled her dress up and sat in the chair next to mine.

I smiled, turning back to watch again. "Yeah."

"She seems like a great girl. I don't get why you were so against being paired with her."

I frowned a bit. "That was before I even met her."

"Mm, that's not what I heard." My head snapped over to stare at Ang, who was watching the girls on the dance floor.

"What?"

She glanced at me, a small smile playing at her lips. "I ran into Harry and Ginny a couple months back, so we went out for lunch to catch up. They didn't give me any details, obviously, it wasn't their place. But they did mention that, while you're getting along great now, you treated Misty like dirt. Ginny's words, not mine."

I looked down at the glass of champagne I was holding in both hands.

"Yeah, I…well I obviously resented the Marriage Law, and I suppose I took it out on her for a while. Didn't really give her a chance until…something happened that opened my eyes."

I could feel her eyes burning into the side of my face, so I kept my gaze fixed firmly on the bottom of my nearly empty glass.

"Well, I'm glad to see it's changed."

I peaked over at her from the corner of my eye, a small grin tugging at my lips. "Meaning?"

She smiled at me. "You love her."

If I'd been drinking, I would have choked at that moment. "I-I what? How did-what makes you-"

"It's all over your face, George." Ang shook her head, still smiling at me. "You have this look in your eyes…you're in love with Misty. You never looked at me like that."

I grimaced guiltily, looking over at her. "Ang…"

She shook her head, smiling gently. "It's fine, George. I probably didn't look at you like that, either."

"I do care about you, Ang. And I did love you."

"I know. It just wasn't meant to be. She's better for you than I was." she smiled, looking back towards the dance floor. I followed her gaze in time to see Fred spin Misty away from him, causing her to stumble a bit, laughing hysterically.

"Have you told her yet?"

I shook my head. "No, I think I'm still coming to terms with it myself. I just started realizing it yesterday, and I almost blurted it out …after she pranked Fred."

Angelina burst out laughing. "Of course it would take her pranking someone to make you realize you love her."

I chuckled, too.

"Well, she's lucky to have you." I smiled at her.

"And Wood's pretty lucky to have you…Angelina Wood." I grinned at her.

She smiled, and I realized I'd never seen her so happy.

"Well, I'm going to go catch up with some other people. I'll see you later." she patted my shoulder before she stood up and walked off toward where Oliver was standing with some old classmates.

I looked contemplatively at the dance floor before I downed the rest of my drink. Placing it back on the table behind me, I stood up and headed in the direction of my twin and the others.

They were all still dancing in a small group, and Misty's back was facing me. Fred saw me and grinned just as I reached out and grabbed her hand from behind. Giving it a tug, I spun Misty under my arm before pulling her close, wrapping my arms around her and locking my hands at the small of her back.

I grinned down at her, seeing her blue eyes bright with laughter and her smile stretched wider than I'd ever seen it.

"Hi." I pecked her nose.

She giggled and bit her lip for a moment. "Hi. I was wondering where you were."

"I was busy enjoying the view." I winked at her, making her blush. She then ducked her head and buried her face in my chest. I grinned wider, turning my face to rest my cheek on the top of her head, slowly swaying us to the music.

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Does anyone have any good ideas if I decide to have Fred prank Misty as payback?