Incredibly long chapter, I know, and for that I apologize. Here we are, at the wedding! Some of you guessed where it would be, but it's not at the Burrow or Auntie Muriel's, it's at the Shell Cottage! Hannah sliced her dress at the knees so the bottom wouldn't get all sandy! :D

I apologize for the length, my imagination really ran with this chapter.

I recommend listening to a couple of songs while reading this:

1. Wake Me Up- Ed Sheeran
2. Beside You- Mariana's Trench

(Ed Sheeran is my favourite singer, and I really love Mariana's Trench... listen in this order, or not, doesn't matter!)

George shushed Kaylee quietly as they crept up the stairs of the Shell Cottage. His brown eyed wife smiled maniacally as she tiptoed behind him, quivering with excitement.

"Okay, you wake Hannah, but remember to tie a blindfold over her eyes," George instructed, tossing over his shoulder the coral coloured tie he would be wearing later that day. Kaylee furrowed her brow and stuffed the silky material into her back pocket.

"Why?" They came to a halt outside the master bedroom. Confusion flashed across George's face.

"What do you mean why?" He whispered. Kaylee threw her hands into the air and huffed in frustration.

"I mean I don't get why she has to be blindfolded!" She hissed. George sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to hide a smile.

"Kaylee, Love," he said gently and slowly, like he was talking to a child. Kaylee innocently bit her bottom lip. "What is a tradition of a wedding?" Kaylee hopped up and down and clasped her hands to her chest.

"Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue!" She recited. "Fleur and I went over this last night!" The corner of George's mouth twitched as he fought the smile threatening to appear.

"Any others you can think of?" He prodded. "That was very good though." Kaylee furrowed her brow in concentration. George smiled at his little wife and poked her frown lines cheekily.

"Shoving cake into each other's face? Pretty sure Fred will just down it all." George sighed and smacked his face lightly against the palm of his hand.

"No, keep thinking."

"Throwing the bouquet into the crowd?" George groaned and wearily shook his head. He clutched Kaylee's shoulders and shook her gently.

"No, you Muppet, the bride and groom aren't supposed to see each other!" Kaylee, still confused, looked back to the tie in her hand. Realization dawned upon her, and her mouth fell into a comical 'O'.

"I get it now!" She said excitedly. "Let's do this!" George winked and slowly reached out to open the door. Twisting the knob quietly, he pushed open the door and ducked inside- Kaylee following close behind. Their eyes quickly scanned the large and beachy room before coming to a rest on the large bed, reaching a food off the ground. A white and wispy canopy blocked out the harsh beams of the sun. Beckoning for Kaylee to follow him, George crept over on his knees to the bed. As Kaylee got to her knees in preparation, George was rustling with something under the bed. Kaylee grinned deviously. After several moments, he gave Kaylee the thumbs up. Reaching into his back pocket, George pulled out a roll of duct tape.

"Go!" He whispered. Kaylee leapt to her feet and flung aside the canopy, throwing the silk tie over Hannah's still closed eyes. In an instant, Hannah was alert and fighting, but George hopped up and wrestled her off the bed. The three friends had a silent scuffle on the floor after George slapped Hannah's mouth with the tape. Kaylee slammed Hannah's fighting body to the floor and sat on her back, tying the garment around her green eyes. Hannah smacked her hands against the light coloured wooden floor repeatedly, unable to do much else.

"Bloody hell Hannah," George groaned as she delivered a solid punch to his jaw. "Stay still!" Kaylee managed to get a knot in the material and dragged Hannah to her feet. Flinging the fighting girl over her shoulder, she winked at her husband before staggering out the door. Before disappearing, Hannah managed to give George the finger. George chuckled and shut the door quietly before turning back to his sleeping brother, who was sprawled onto the warmth of Hannah's side of the bed, snoring gently.

"Wakey wakey Freddiekins," George crooned mockingly, padding over and poking the side of Fred's temple. Fred groaned and buried his face into the pillow.

"Five more minutes," he said sleepily. George chuckled and poked him again, earning a slap on the back of the wrist. He sighed and tried to tug the sheets off his brother, but it was no use- Fred clung on.

"Get up you tosser!" George cried. Fred's hand crept out of the sheets to give George a rude hand gesture, just like Hannah had minutes before. "You two really do deserve each other…" he muttered. But the door to the master bedroom burst open, and in poured Bill, Charlie, and Percy.

"WAKE UP YOU TWAT YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TODAY!" Charlie took a flying leap onto the bed, right on top of his little brother. Fred woke with a shout and scrambled backwards, accidentally dragging himself and Charlie off the bed and onto the floor with a crash. Percy and Ron burst out laughing when groans rose from both brothers tangled in the bed sheets.

"Who needs an alarm clock when you have Charlie?" George snickered. Fred scowled and shoved Charlie backwards onto the hardwood. Wiping his eyes sleepily, he peeked over the edge of the bed and furrowed his ginger brow.

"Where the hell is my fiancé?" He asked, taking care to step on Charlie when he stood up. Ignoring Charlie's squawk of displeasure, George grinned wolfishly and whistled casually.

"Eeeh," he shrugged. "Not important." Avoiding Fred's narrowed eyes, he darted over to the closet and flung the doors open- Charlie started to sing the Hallelujah chorus on the floor to accentuate the moment.

"Time to get ready!" Bill cried. Fred yelped as Ron and Percy grabbed him around his waist, tossing him onto the bed and ripping off his pyjama bottoms. Fred swore in shock.

"You know, it's not really my brothers I want ripping off my pants on my wedding day!" He cried sarcastically. A gentle knock on the door sent Fred scrambling for something to cover him up, but George quickly snatched the blanket off his lap with a smirk.

"Bloody hell!" Ron cried, "that's Hermione! George, give him back that blanket for Merlin's sake! I don't need my girlfriend ogling my half naked brother!" George merely grinned and shook his head. Fred scowled as Ron leapt in front of him, hoping to block Hermione's view.

"COME IN HERMIONE!" George bellowed. Hermione Granger slipped inside, smiling at the men. Fred blushed in embarrassment and tried to cover himself up. In haste, Ron sat down on his lap, emitting a groan from the groom. Hermione pretended to take no notice and addressed George.

"I have a message from the bride!" She giggled, and despite trying not to notice, blushed when she saw Ron sitting on top of Fred. Fred poked his head out from between Ron's arm and grinned, acting as if it were perfectly normal to have his youngest brother on top of him.

"Let's hear it then," he said excitedly. Hermione blushed deeply and nervously scratched her neck.

"Well," she said slowly. Everyone looked expectantly at her, and in embarrassment she covered her face. George smirked and stuck his hands in his pants, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Let's hear it Hermione, Fred's got a date to get ready for," he grinned. Hermione groaned.

"It's for you George," she signed. "Hannah says, 'If you dare kidnap me like that again, I will hang you by your toes and cover you in peanut butter and stuff peanuts up your nose so far they will be calling you Nut Brain'." George snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Is that the best threat she has?" He taunted. "Let her know that Auntie Muriel can make better threats than that!" Hermione raised her hand and blushed again.

"That's not all. She also says that she will then kick your sorry, skinny arse so far that you'll land in the elephant's cage of a zoo." She dashed back out the door, slamming it shut behind her. George looked back at his brothers in mild surprise.

"Fred, have fun with that little firecracker," he guffawed. Fred smirked proudly and shoved Ron off his lap, sending him toppling to the floor.

"You're just jealous that she's mine." He smirked. Bill chuckled and tossed him his light grey silk slacks and a light grey suit jacket. Percy dragged Fred, struggling to put his pants on, to his feet and started to fiddle with his messy ginger hair. Someone had to be the grown up, it might as well be him.

"You know your vows?" Percy asked in a quick tone, shoving his glasses up his nose. Fred nodded and scowled at his reflection, cursing his messy ginger hair.

"Yes Percy," he answered as he slipped on his light grey shirt. George and Bill got to work on the tie, both of them muttering instructions to each other under their breath. Fred wrinkled his nose as they tied it tightly around his neck. He might as well be wearing a noose.

"You got the rings?" Percy continued. Fred patted his pants pocket and smiled excitedly.

"Yes Percy," he answered again. "I got everything! I think you gents are more nervous than me, I dare say." Charlie scoffed as his little brother loosened his tie slightly, giving himself a more relaxed appearance.

"It's a wedding!" He squawked, flailing his arms in the air. "Remember the last one?" George and Fred went into a fit of laughter as they remembered Charlie's speech, their suits, Hannah sneaking them into the gardens, and the security officer chasing them into London.

"If Hannah and I had done that, I think Mum would have killed us all," Fred remarked with a sly grin. "She nearly killed George and Kaylee as it is!" George groaned as he recalled the shrieking Mrs Weasley. He shuddered in horror and clapped Fred on the shoulder.

"Thank heavens you two told her about the engagement," he laughed. Fred smirked and stepped back, letting his brothers- his groomsmen- get ready. He flopped down onto the large window seat in front of the bay window, overlooking the beach where the wedding would take place. It was funny, he mused, he wasn't half as nervous as he expected. The sight of his closest friends and family taking their seats on the white beach chairs gave him more excitement than nerves.

"Oi, Fred," Bill called. Fred looked up and grinned at his oldest brother, who looked quite dashing in his grey pants and coral shirt.

"Yeah Bill?" He asked, wiping his slightly sweaty hands on his pants. Bill smirked and winked before heading out the door with his brothers, leaving Fred alone for a few moments.

"Your bags are under the bed," he said with a slightly evil grin. "Enjoy your stay at the Shell Cottage tonight, eh?" Fred laughed out loud and winked in exaggeration.

"Oh, I'm sure I will," he chuckled. Bill winked and shut the door quietly behind him, leaving the groom on his own. Fred stood up and paced the floor back and forth, shaking out his hands of any nerves he may have.

"Pull it together Weasley," he said crossly. "You're only marrying the greatest girl you have ever dated. What's there to be nervous about? I mean, it's only the biggest decision of your life. What is there to be nervous about?" Little squeaks rose from the floor, and Fred looked down in surprise. Leonardo was at the door, nudging his little Pygmy Puff face against the frame, trying to edge his way in. Fred bent down and opened the door, scooping his little pet into his hand, where he started to purr happily.

"What are you doing here little guy?" He murmured. Leonardo squeaked again and spat a pink rose with a note attached into Fred's palm before gumming on his wrist, pleased with his work. Fred smiled and picked up the flower before plucking the parchment from the stem.

"Let's make our dreams come true, Love. I'll see you at the altar." With a wide grin, Fred tucked the letter into his jacket pocket and tossed Leonardo into the air. Screaming in joy, the Pygmy Puff landed safely in his palms with slightly ruffled fur. Fred tickled his nose before setting him on the dresser.

"I've got a job for you, Little Buddy," he smirked. Leonardo let out a tiny Pygmy Puff cackle.

"Mee hee hee," he squealed. Fred sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No, Leonardo, it's mua ha ha!"

"Mee hee ha!"

"Mua ha ha!"

"Mee ha ha!"

"….We'll work on this later."

Hannah yelped in pain when Kaylee yanked a hairbrush through her messy curls. Swearing with each tug, Kaylee was getting more and more frustrated.

"Damn you and your golden hair!" She cursed. Hannah smirked proudly at her reflection. At her feet, Fleur was frantically painting her toenails a light silver colour.

"That tickles!" Hannah cried, yanking her feet away from the part-Veela. Fleur cursed in French and grabbed her foot again.

"You're determined to make this difficult, aren't you?" She groaned. Hannah shrugged and cried out again when Kaylee ripped through a particularly stubborn tangle.

"Not that you guys would make this difficult on me," she said sarcastically. Fleur and Kaylee were about to give a retort to her smart ass answer when the door creaked open. In hobbled Auntie Muriel, bent over her cane. The three girls jumped up to offer her a seat, but the elder lady waved them off.

"No, no," she said crossly. "I may be one hundred and six, but that doesn't mean I have to sit! You Missy need to," she pointed to Hannah and gestured to the stool she had been perched on. Meekly, Hannah sat down and tucked a curl behind her ear.

"How can we help you Auntie Muriel?" Kaylee said quickly, touching the old woman's shoulder. Auntie Muriel swatted her off and pointed to the door.

"Go make yourselves busy outside," she said gruffly. "Molly is going to pop a blood vessel if she doesn't get help." Kaylee and Fleur hurried out the door, shutting it behind them as they went. Finally alone with the girl, Muriel turned back to the bride to be, who was nervously twisting her diamond ring around her finger as she glanced out the window at the growing crowd.

"Oh stop with the nerves, Child, you're getting married, not walking to the gallows," she said sharply. Hannah jumped in her seat and blushed, sending a warm glow over her slightly freckled cheeks.

"I can't help myself," Hannah admitted nervously. "I'm frightened!" Auntie Muriel picked up the hairbrush Kaylee had set down. Hannah winced when she saw it, but Auntie Muriel ran it through her hair surprisingly gently.

"Nerves are for weak individuals," Auntie Muriel grunted as she ran Hannah's thick curls through her aged fingers. "From what I understand, you, my dear, are the farthest thing from weak." Hannah was taken aback by the kind words, but smiled gratefully at the woman's reflection in the mirror.

"I'm trying not to be," she said honestly. Auntie Muriel allowed a small smile to cross her liver spotted face as she started to pin Hannah's curls back from her heart shaped face.

"If you are marrying that unnatural little beast that is my great-nephew, you certainly are not weak." Hannah laughed, surprised by Auntie Muriel's sharp wit, even though her age was catching up with her quickly. Auntie Muriel looked most pleased with herself at having made Hannah laugh.

"Thank you for letting us stay with you for so long," Hannah blurted out, so suddenly Muriel nearly dropped a pin. "We must have been terrors to have in the house." Auntie Muriel chuckled again and picked up a small box from the bedside table.

"It was you kids who kept me young," she said, her shaking hands opening the box. "It's I who should be thanking you." Hannah gasped as Muriel pulled out a small tiara with sapphires set in the twisted gold. Hand extended, she touched the goblin tiara in awe. Muriel smiled as Hannah looked up at her with wide eyes- still a child at heart, she loved anything sparkly.

"Auntie Muriel, I can't!" She cried. "This is far too precious for me to wear!" Muriel laughed herself this time, and removed her beloved accessory from the satin box, nestling her most prized possession into Hannah's golden curls.

"You can and I demand it," she said briskly. "It's something old, something borrowed, and something blue. It's tradition, my dear." Hannah looked back at her reflection and blinked away tears. She finally looked like a bride. With a few curls dancing around her shoulders and a face with only minimal makeup, she was completely recognizable. But it was Auntie Muriel's tiara that made her into the bride she envisioned as a little girl. She was the girl who was destined to marry Fred.

"Thank you!" Hannah choked out, jumping up and flinging her arms around the hunched woman. "Thank you so much!" Muriel was taken aback by Hannah's sudden affection, but she reciprocated and patted the girl on the back lovingly.

"Just don't produce little Weasleys who will cause as much trouble as their father," she said sharply. Hannah laughed, and vowed she would try not to. "Now girlie, what do you have that's new?" Hannah smiled slyly and helped Muriel out the door of the bedroom.

"That's for me to know, and everyone else to find out," she grinned. A mischievous twinkle flashed in her eyes, and Muriel could suddenly see why her great-nephew had fallen so hard for the girl.

"Nervous Freddie?" George asked quietly. Fred, staring out into the ocean waves, jumped suddenly. Glancing back at his twin, he smiled widely and shook his head.

"Not at all," he said honestly. "By this point, Mum's nervous enough for all of us." The twins glanced into the first row of beach chairs, where Mrs Weasley was chatting the ear off of their father about how she hoped Fred would remember her lines and how she hoped Hannah wouldn't trip down the aisle. George snorted with laughter and crossed his hands behind his back. A playful smirk crossed his lips.

"Ah well," he chuckled. "At least Charlie isn't conducting the ceremony this time!" All the Weasley brothers laughed fondly. Standing underneath the arch of pink roses and lilies was Bill, reading over his lines as they waited for the long awaited bride to appear. He clenched his bare toes in the sand. Fred and Hannah had chosen to have no shoes at their wedding- barefoot was the way to go, Fred had declared.

"I have it all written down here," he grinned, waving it in the air. But a sudden gust of wind rose and snatched it from his fingertips. With wide eyes, Bill could only watch as the piece of paper sailed into the frothy waves. "Well, I did…" he muttered. Fred guffawed in laughter, slapping his hand over his mouth to hide the noise when the chattering crowd looked at him fearfully.

"When it's a Weasley wedding, nothing can be traditional," he laughed. George and Bill laughed along with him as Fred peeked over his shoulder again, hoping to catch a glimpse of his bride. He waited since first year to marry the girl of his dreams. Now, moments away, it felt like the moment she appeared couldn't come soon enough.

"Charlie, what are you doing in here?" Hannah said in surprise. "Aren't you supposed to be with Fred?" Her favourite Weasley brother jumped in surprise when she walked down the stairs to join him. Turning to face her, he looked up in awe, admiring her knee length wedding dress and golden curls. She was like a princess out of the stories he used to read to Ginny.

"You look amazing!" He breathed. "And I'm here to see how you're doing! You ready to walk down the catwalk?" Hannah poked her head over the door frame and into the window, where she could see everyone waiting in anticipation for her arrival. But her heart clenched as she realized three important guests were not there for her big day. Tears rose to her eyes and she ran into Charlie's arms, flinging her arms around his neck. Charlie, though taken aback, quickly embraced her. Hannah fought her tears back so she wouldn't ruin the work Kaylee had put into her makeup.

"They're not here," she whispered hoarsely. "They're not here for me!" Charlie's heart panged in his chest as he realized what she meant. Of course- she wanted her family there for her.

"Hannah, your parents are here," he whispered. "Because they live in your memory. Your memory keeps them alive. Dominic too, the cheeky bugger. You know, even though he would have threatened to kill Fred, I think he'd be standing right beside you with the biggest smile on your face today." Hannah smiled weakly and patted her tears on Charlie's shoulder.

"It's just hard, to think they won't see me walk down the aisle, or see their grandkids, or to think I won't get to watch Dom marry Susan. I have to miss all of that." Charlie smiled sadly and rubbed her back soothingly. Hannah sighed deeply, clutching the silky grey jacket in her fists.

"We're your family now," he murmured. "All of us- George, Bill, Ron, Ginny, Mum, Percy, Dad, and me! You've been part of our family now for years, now it's just official!" Hannah finally laughed and pulled back from his arms, poking his chin cheekily.

"Thank you for being the big brother I never had," she smiled. Charlie grinned at the beautiful bride and kissed her forehead lovingly. She made a face and wiped off her skin.

"Thanks for being the one crazy enough to marry my brother," Charlie laughed. Hannah giggled, and a thought blossomed in her mind, spreading slowly across her face.

"Charlie, will you give me away?" For once in his life, Charlie found himself at a loss for words. Hannah bit her lip as Charlie blinked back tears rapidly, his Adam's Apple

"Of course," he said in a raspy tone. "Of course I'll give you away!" He embraced her tightly, pushing the air from her lungs with the force of his hug. Hannah couldn't help but giggle when she felt Charlie's damp cheeks against hers. She clutched his arm excitedly as they walked towards the doors leading to the sandy aisle.

"Are you crying?"

"My eyes are just sweating. Charlie doesn't cry."

Fred nervously stuck his toes into the hot sand as the moments dragged on, lost in thought. Bill passed the time by mouthing his lines over and over to himself.

"Where is she?" George muttered to his oldest brother. Bill, slightly startled by the interruption, shrugged and scratched his cheek. He blinked up into the bright sun that cast a pink glow on everyone's cheeks- perfect for the beach wedding. Kaylee nervously peered over her shoulder towards the doors of the Shell Cottage, glancing at her watch.

"I don't know," Bill mumbled. "Charlie's missing too." Auntie Muriel suddenly barked at Ginny, demanding she fanned her off to keep her cool.

"If she doesn't hurry up we're going to have a riot," Kaylee piped up. Fred suddenly lifted his head towards the house, and when his face lit up in a radiant smile everyone turned around to see what he was looking at.

"Here she comes," he whispered to George. George grinned and stepped backwards, making sure Fred was the first thing Hannah saw. Fred took no notice of his brothers- from the moment she stepped onto the sand, it was all about her. Hannah lifted her eyes towards the front of the aisle, blinking the sun out of her eyes. Charlie squeezed her hand anxiously, taking extra care he didn't trip and drag them both into the sand. Bill nodded approvingly at his little brother from beneath the arch.

"He's got eyes only for you," he muttered in her ear. His words, however, were not needed, because the moment Hannah could see past the beams of the sun, she saw Fred, and only Fred. He gave her a crooked smile- a private moment between them, as everyone had their eyes on her instead of her groom. Hannah drew in her breath as reality hit her like the most painful curse- Fred was going to be her husband in a matter of minutes. The man she has known since she was a little girl, her best friend, was going to be hers. Tears sprung to her eyes as the truth of her thoughts flooded her mind. Fred winked at her and nervously blew out a puff of air as she made her way towards him. Hannah paused on the aisle only to kiss Damian's forehead, who was dressed in a preppy little suit and bow tie. Everyone chuckled as he looked up at her in awe- but Fred could only grin harder as he thought about his kids looking at her like that.

"Here she comes, Lover Boy," George murmured. "Get ready to tie the knot, you tosser!" Fred smirked at Charlie, who looked prouder than a peacock beside his future sister in law. The space beside Fred was empty- that spot had been reserved for Dominic as his best man. Mrs Weasley took one look at Hannah in her wedding dress and promptly burst into tears on Ginny's shoulder. Ginny looked revolted, but gave Hannah thumbs up when the girl looked worriedly at her soon to be mother in law.

"Happens at every wedding," she sighed. Everyone shared a laugh as Charlie passed Hannah's hand to Fred's, patting his brother on the back before taking his spot beside George. Hannah tossed her bouquet into Kaylee's arms before stepping up beside Fred. Kaylee then tossed the bouquet down to Lee Jordan, who held it up like the Quidditch cup, drawing another laugh from the crowd. Hannah and Fred smiled at each other, and Fred decided to ease the nerves by letting out a low whistle that sent the biggest laugh yet throughout the crowd.

"Leave it to you to bring laughter at a wedding," Hannah whispered to Fred, who still looked star struck. Fred winked at her and squeezed her hands tightly, eager to finally kiss her. Bill silenced the crowd and cleared his throat, grinning wolfishly at his little brother.

"You have the rings?" He asked. Fred nodded and let out another whistle- lower than the first. Leonardo, decked out in a tiny bow tie and top hat, started to roll down the aisle, drawing a collective squeal from the group of Veela cousins. Even Auntie Muriel looked delighted with the orange puff. He squeaked excitedly when Hannah started to laugh in delight.

"Here boy!" Fred crooned, bending down to scoop up their pet. "You better not have swallowed those rings!" Hopping into his palm, Leonardo wiggled his nose at Hannah before spitting two golden bands into her hand.

"We Weasleys try not to do anything too normal," Bill assured the crowd, holding his hand out for Leonardo to jump into.

"Amen to that"! George and Kaylee said, fondly remembering their own wedding. Hannah and Fred smiled at each other again when Leonardo took his spot on Bill's shoulder. Beyond pleased with himself, the beloved Pygmy Puff stuck his long tongue in Bill's ear, humming happily. Bill's sudden shout of surprise gave Fred enough time to tuck a strand of hair behind Hannah's ear. She closed her eyes and squeezed his fingers, anticipation rising with every distraction. Opening her vivid green eyes, she smiled at Fred.

"You clean up well," she murmured, eying the loose tie and silk suit with pleasure. Fred winked and straightened his shoulders.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, letting his eyes trail over Hannah's figure lovingly. Hannah blushed, sending a deep red spilling over her cheeks. Fred winked, and after Bill managed to fight off the affectionate Leonardo, the wedding started.

"Bear with me, everyone, I lost my paper," Bill sighed. Fred smirked and winked at Charlie, who looked like Christmas had come early.

"That'll make Charlie's day," Hannah muttered cheekily. Fred snorted with laughter as Bill turned to face his younger brother- pride evidently filling his eyes.

"We all know Fred and Hannah's story," Bill declared, placing his large and veiny hand on Fred's shoulder. "They met in first year on the Hogwarts train, and from that moment on, history was made. Fred would write letters home about this mysterious girl we have never met before, and next thing we knew, Hannah was like part of our family. Now, today, she officially will become a Weasley. Fred, your vows." Fred smiled and cleared his throat before pulling Hannah's hands to his lips, kissing her fingers lightly.

"Hannah Alice," he grinned. "When I teased you that day on the train, I had no idea how important you would become to me. There was something about you that drew me in, even as a young bloke with not much going on in his brain. You have kept me grounded throughout the years, but you also helped me realize that dreams can become reality. And you, Darling, started as a dream back when we were teenagers. In the past year, you became my reality." Fred's words started to quiver as he stared into Hannah's eyes. Taking a deep breath, his words came out in a rush, filled with emotion that he had never felt before.

"I'm so in love, it's sickening. But I love you. I love your hair, because it's fun to play with. I love your eyes. I love your hands. I love how much you love your family, even though they can't be here today. And well, you always tell me that I make you laugh, and well, I love that laugh. So if ever word I said could make you laugh like that, I would talk for eternity, no matter how annoying I get." Everyone shared another laugh again accentuated with murmurs of pleasure, and Hannah smiled lovingly up at him, squeezing his fingers.

"Fred Weasley," Hannah smiled. "Ever since we were kids, you have made it your goal in life to make every day a living hell for me. You pranked me, teased me, pulled my hair, and charmed me at every chance you had. Even though I yelled at you all the time, I loved it. I loved every second with you. You made life chaotic and exciting, and every moment left me breathless. You leave me breathless, Fred. It's my own stupidity, some would say, falling in love with a pranking king, but love makes you do stupid things. I love how you can play the piano. I love when you sing in the shower, thinking I won't hear. I love you, Fred. And if you talked for eternity, I would laugh forever." Fred smiled warmly, and Leonardo chose to ruin the moment by making a noise of disgust.

"The rings, if you will," Bill said. Fred and Hannah took turns slipping the golden band onto one another's fingers, and Bill smiled widely. "Do you, Hannah Alice Jay, take Fred Weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Hannah grinned and nodded, tilting her head so that the sun's golden rays fell through her hair.

"I do," she said. Bill winked and turned to Fred. The crashing waves provided the perfect melody for the occasion. Fred shifted in the sand and let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"And do you, Frederick Gideon Weasley, take Hannah Alice Jay to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Oh he does," Hannah smirked. Another laugh rose from the crowd like a swell in the ocean. Fred chuckled and winked at Hannah, amused by her antics.

"I do," he laughed, "and it's clear who will wear the pants in this marriage." Bill chuckled before fist pumping the air in celebration.

"I declare you husband and wife!" He whooped. "You, baby bro, may now kiss your bride!" But instead of scooping Hannah into his arms for the kiss, Fred stepped away from her and started to unbutton his shirt. Hannah and he exchanged quick winks as they removed their wedding outfits. Hannah swiftly unzipped her dress as Fred pulled off his tie.

"Good Merlin, are they stripping?" Mrs Weasley cried to her dumbfounded husband. Hannah slipped out of her dress to reveal a white bikini, and she quickly shed Fred's jacket as he slipped off his grey slacks, revealing white trunks. Hannah carefully removed the tiara from her head and handed it to Auntie Muriel, who looked quite shocked at the turn of events.

"Thank you greatly," Hannah said cheekily. Confused whispers spread throughout the guests as Fred and Hannah joined hands, suddenly sprinting towards the water, giggling like school children. Kaylee's jaw dropped in shock. No one told her about this plan, as usual.

"YOU'RE MENTAL!" George yelled after them, doubling over in laughter. "COMPLETELY MENTAL!" Laughter answered him as they dived head first into the frothy water, sending a large spray of water up into the air, turning the droplets into rainbows. Still laughing, Fred and Hannah emerged, drenched and beaming from ear to ear. Fred suddenly scooped Hannah out of the water, holding her so she had to bend down to reach his lips. They shared their first kiss as husband and wife in the warm water- their salty lips meshing together perfectly. Hannah tangled her fingers in Fred's damp ginger locks, not wanting the moment to end. But, of course, Charlie had a say in the matter.

"COWABUNGA!" He shouted, running past Fred and Hannah and into the water with his arms over his head, wearing nothing but his shorts. Fred and Hannah pulled apart, laughing once again, tripping out of the waves and onto the white sand, ready to begin their newest adventure.

AN- Now, you may ask, why the hell did they run into the ocean? That, my dears, was a bit symbolic on my part... I saw it as them running head first into a new beginning. The water washed away all their worries and fears of the past. Emerging, they are new people. They are ready to start a new life. And in their new life, they share their first kiss as husband and wife (eeeh I'm a poet!)

Leave me a review please, it's always encouraging :) Despite the length, I hope you enjoyed it. You know what's next right? ;)