K15: I have a whole lot to say—like I almost didn't get this chapter out because I kept getting distracted.

Fred: It's a good thing that this chapter got out right?

Me: Yeah. Anyway, so I hope you enjoy this. And don't worry about this—it's not the final chapter.

Fred: There's still the epilogue.

Me: Oh, and this is the chapter that I couldn't post up at New Years. Anyway, enough of me babbling. Enjoy! Later. K15

PS-This was really close to twenty pages. ^.^



Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Dedication: Creative Touch—Happy Birthday! I hope your day is filled with wonderful stuff!



Stress. It was a common factor and word during the month of December. The Weasley clan was trying to finish up the preparations for the wedding. A New Year's Eve wedding should have been to plan, but in fact it was just the opposite. The whole year of 2009 was spent planning every little detail. But finally it came down to the RSVP. It was directed on the invitation to respond by the twenty-ninth of November, that way they could spend December planning the food and the seating arrangements.

Most of Katie's guests either replied with a simple yes or no, it was a lot of the Weasleys who were unsure if they wanted to attend a Weasley Twin wedding. Then there were the friends who weren't replying either. And so well, into the month of December George was still getting replies from not his side of the family, but also mutual friends. This made attempting the seating chart almost impossible.

Mrs. Weasley also needed a final guest list. In order to save money—not that Katie or George needed to do such a thing—Mrs. Weasley had insisted on making the food. Mrs. Bell had agreed that it was best if some of the cooking was left in the family, but took it upon herself to make the wedding cake. So, the two women were always meeting with each other trying to figure out the final count of people. And sometimes this would result in arguments.

For the first time in their lives, the Weasleys were all stressed out over one event that should have been the happiest days of their lives. Since George and Mrs. Weasley were unhappy others were dragged into the misfortune of the two. George couldn't continue to work on the final preparations and work at Weasley Wizard Wheezes. This resulted in time being taken off—over half a month. Because he had taken this time off, Fred was forced to work the rest of December nearly by himself.

Stress was even there for Fred. Since getting back together with Pamela, he had been spending time helping her get the flat ready to move in or helping her pack up her dorm room, or even helping her study for her finals. Just the dating process, took up a lot of time, since during the month of November she put pretty much everything aside to write a novel.

But since George had taken the time off, the shop suddenly gained business again. It might have been to the holiday that was at the end of the month, but each day seemed to be as busy—if not busier—than the last. A lot of times, this left Fred exhausted at the end of the day, and couldn't wait to take his time off—sometime after George returned from the honeymoon.

Mrs. Weasley had drafted Ginny to helping her with all the cooking. If Mrs. Weasley would be bossy at her children before, setting up food without knowing all the attending number of guests put her in a fowl mood. Yelling matches could be heard from down the street, and Harry heard all about it by the time Ginny would return to Grimmauld Place. Harry was always glad to help Ginny calm down, but sometimes he'd tell Ron what was going on. This caused the youngest Weasley to laugh. He was glad that he wasn't involved directly with all of this.


George could be found most nights sitting at a table, either at the Burrow or his flat. Tonight wasn't any different. Around him was a list of people who weren't attending and who were attending. He now had to figure out a spot for each one of them. The hard thing now was, he couldn't place his aunt Muriel next to any of his direct family (such as Ron, Percy, or Fred) or next to Harry or Hermione. He also knew that he couldn't place Spencer next to Fred or Ron—Katie's older brother still didn't trust George yet.

He looked at the guest list and noticed that there was one guest that probably didn't belong there—but Katie had suggested that maybe it was time to forget centuries of family fighting. Draco Malfoy couldn't be placed next to anyone.

Finally, George allowed his head to fall onto the table.

"Still having issues with seating chart?" Fred asked.

George looked up. Standing there was Fred and Lee. Both had looks of mirth on their faces. Finally, the look-alike pulled out a chair and sat down. He looked over the final guest list and was scanning name after name. George's head fell back down on the table as the two groomsmen looked over what he had so far.

"Your Aunt Muriel seems to like Fleur," Lee said. "We can always place the two next to each other."

"Aunt Muriel hates everyone," Fred corrected. He looked over where everyone was sitting. The bride and grooms table was the last to be completed. "Are you sure you want assign settings? It sounds like too much trouble."

George's head shot up. "I can't wait until you get married, then I'll question all of your decisions."

This caused the younger twin to laugh. He stood up and pushed the chair back in. "It's going to be a long while before that happens. May I suggest sitting Spencer, Aunt Muriel, and Malfoy all at the same table? Who knows, maybe they'll get along. Excuse me you two, I must get back to work." He took a quick look over his shoulder, before leaving the two men alone and going back down to the shop.

"What's his problem? He seems a little put off since I'm getting married," George stated. He pulled out a silver band, and in the middle was three diamond jewels. It was simple, yet elegant. And in a few short weeks, this was all going to be over and he was going to be married to the love of his life.

Lee looked over the seating arrangements, trying to figure out whom he was sitting next to. He looked at names and tried to figure out if they were single or not. When he found out that he was sitting between Pamela and Hermione, he looked around trying to figure out who else was at the table.

"Think about it, you two have been together your entire life. All of the sudden you two are becoming separate people and going off and no longer living together. Yeah, you've had all year to grow apart, but you can't," he explained as George continued to make markings on the seating chart. "You two are thicker than blood, Fred is worried that things will change and that you two will grow apart and be more like Ron and you or Bill and Charlie." Lee suddenly stood up and was heading towards the door.

"Things aren't going to change between me and Fred, ever."

"Have you told him that?"

George sat up straight and noticed that Lee's hand was on the door. "Where are you going?"

"Checking in on the shop, seeing if Fred could use some help," came the reply. He pulled on one of his dreadlocks. "Maybe you should talk to Fred—assure that nothing is going to change much."


Then there was Katie. In all of this she was worrying about the actual ceremony. She had gone away from the traditional Wizarding dress robes, and decided that they needed dresses instead. Her wedding dress still wasn't finished yet, and Pamela and Alicia weren't fitting into their dresses.

Fred smirked as the Alicia and Pamela stood there as Katie walked around looking at the dresses. She was shaking her head, pulling out a pin and pinning it in a different spot. She pulled her dirty blonde hair off her neck and tied it tightly in a ponytail.

"This isn't fitting properly. Alicia that is too small in the hips and too big the chest," Katie said. Fred had noticed that there was too much red fabric hanging down n the back. The dark brown haired girl was holding up the fabric around her chest. Her light brown eyes remained on him.

Pamela was having a similar problem, except it was just the opposite. Instead of it being too big in the chest, it was tight, squishing her breasts together. She played with her brown hair over her chest, trying to hide the fact she was falling out one side.

"What are you laughing at? Shouldn't you be getting your tuxedoes ready?" Katie snapped at Fred who was chuckling to himself. "This day has to be perfect!"

Pamela rolled her blue eyes and looked over at the calendar hanging on the wall. Days were crossed. It was currently, three days before Christmas. Almost a week before the last day of the year, and Katie was stressing over something that was easily fixable.

"Pamela, you should be worried, maybe lose some weight," the bride-to-be finally snapped.

Fred bit his lip trying to contain all of his laughter. The younger witch finally stomped her foot down and anger and pulled out her wand. Pointing it at Alicia, Pamela muttered some spell that he didn't recognize. And the dress suddenly fit perfectly.

"Are you a witch or not?" Pamela demanded. "This bloody wedding is getting too stressful. I know when I get when I get married, I won't be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear whatever you like, and I'll put a full Body-Bind Curse on any mother until the whole thing is over."

Fred smirked and turned around, pulling out something. He looked over to see what Pamela, and she was turning so Katie was able to fix the dress out. He sighed and placed what was in his hand back into his pocket. There was too much stress going on for him to worry about this reaction right now. Maybe after things were finished he'd get the courage.


The semester came to a close just as quickly as it started, and Pamela was now at home with her parents. She had worked it out with her parents that she would work until May—after she turned twenty-one—and then would move out into her flat completely. So, until then, Fred, George, and Katie were Apparating nearly seven hours to go and see her. Most of the times, Fred would just travel by himself.

Lately, this resulted in time being spent watching movies. It turned out that Pamela had a massive collection of different movies. Dates would consist of cuddling on her bed talking about what was happening at his work and her work, and having a movie playing on her computer.

This night was just like every other; Fred had gotten off work and decided instead of heading towards the final fitting with George, to go straight for some relaxation. So, together Pamela and Fred were cuddling while Ever Ever After was playing. It was nearly midnight—nearly two hours after Pamela had gotten off, so that meant it was nearly seven back in England.

Pamela laid in his arms, fighting the sleep that was overcoming her. Fred ran his hand through her now brown hair. She had dyed it back in November, trying to get it back to its original hair color. She looked amazing as a redhead, but here she comfortable, like her normal self.

"I should go, maybe get some sleep in before opening the shop," he said, scooting her away. This woke Pamela out of her dazed stupor.

"Leaving? I won't get to see you tomorrow," she said. "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and then Christmas Day. It will be a whole week before I can see you again!"

"I've got to go, George is probably already mad at me for missing that final fitting. But watching yours, I've had enough of this crazy wedding to last ten life times!" he laughed.

Pamela kissed his lips, and he found himself saving the flavor of hers. She tasted like strawberries, and smelt like vanilla. "I can't, I'm going to get two earfuls when I get home."

"Or now." George said, swinging the door shut. "While you've been off snogging your girlfriend, Katie has been freaking out. How is she supposed to know if you two are serious about this if you're not showing up to the final practices and fittings!"

He crossed his arms and sat there tapping his foot. Fred narrowed his eyes, and Pamela had the common sense of putting up a silencing charm on the room, because Fred had raised his voice. "Yeah? What are you going to do about?" he challenged.

"I'll… I'll…I'll kick you out the wedding party!" George challenged back.

"Why should that matter? You've kicked me out of everything else too!" Fred yelled. "The flat, the planning, you've forced me to work all hours of the days. You've changed George Weasley."

George's ear began to tint a red color and his hand reached for his wand. He held it up, pointing it at Fred. In return, Fred had pulled out his wand, ready to retaliate if needed. Pamela sat ideally by, waiting for the quarreling brothers to come to their senses. After about five minutes, neither had backed down and she finally put up what she was seeing—releasing all the stress she'd been feeling for the last few weeks.

"George, Fred, you two are brothers, but not just that you're each others best friends!" she snapped. "I've seen enough weddings tear people apart. Fred, you should be happy for your brother. George has spent years and years with you, and with him getting married doesn't mean your splitting apart. It's just you're growing older and having different interest and moving on with your lives. You'll still be close. Trust me, nothing will ever separate the Weasley Twins."

George chuckled. That girl must have been talking to Lee Jordan again, because he had a similar outlook on the situation.

"And you!" She turned towards the older Weasley Twin. "Start including your brother in some of the last minute planning. He can help take off the stress a little. He's worked so many hours, and maybe getting the little finer details could help him relax a little. Now, if you two excuse me, I'm going to bed because I've got an early morning practice for Midnight Mass. I've got a lot to do tomorrow, and I don't need you two getting in the way on Christmas Eve."

She crossed her arms and stared at the two. She didn't have to wait long for George to slip off his shoes and climb onto the bed. Fred was behind him, and with pushing things off, they settled down with Pamela in between. Taking off her glasses, she cuddled up to Fred and George turned to face his brother.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed.

Fred shrugged, as the light turned off. This was one of the few times that the three of them would get to spend time like this again. Plus, Pamela and Lee were right, sometimes blood was thicker and they'd still be the Weasley Twins. It was just a little change and they could still problems. Which would be great for the two of them.


Christmas Day came quickly, and Fred sat side by side with his twin brother. Everyone in the family noticed that the two were happy and laughing and joking again. It was great to hear the sound of Mrs. Weasley yelling at the twins to settle down. It was something they hadn't heard in a very long time.

The family slowly gathered around the Christmas tree—with a gnome sitting on top of it once again. And as usual Mrs. and Mr. Weasley passed out the Christmas presents and left the homemade sweaters under the tree. Everyone knew that they'd be opened last—as it was tradition to open the sweaters last.

Fred turned towards his brother. In a week, they would no longer be Fred and George Weasley, the Weasley Twins. They were going to be George and Katie Weasley, and then there was just Fred—the neighbor next door. In a little more than two weeks, Fred would be without a home, and looking for a new place to stay.

But sitting around the tree—all nine of the Weasleys, plus Hermione, Harry, and Fleur—they seemed peaceful. For once, there was no stress and no arguing amongst the family. It was welcomed between everyone. Sitting under the tree, was a small owl. Fred smirked.

"Mum, there's one more gift," Ginny pointed out, leaning on Harry's legs.

Hermione reached forward and noticed that it was one big gift. It was addressed to anyone who was at the Burrow for Christmas, and Hermione, Ron, and Harry ripped open the brown packaging.

Inside were nine different boxes averaging in sizes. Hermione took one out at a time and handed it to the different owners. The first box was average size and it was addressed to Bill and Fleur. Inside was a book on Ancient Egyptians and the Veelas that lived among there. The next box was handed to Charlie and it was on the smaller size. When the orange packaging opened, a stuffed red dragon occupied its contents.

"Too bad real dragons didn't look like this. Everyone would be able to keep one as a pet and we wouldn't need dragon trainers," he read out loud. He held it up and looked at the tag. "Mush-u? Eh, I'll call it Fred."

Fred stuck his tongue out at his brother as Hermione continued to pass out the boxes. Percy received a book on cauldrons and their history throughout time; George received a book containing 1001 jokes. Ron had gotten a new Quidditch set—Snitch included, while Hermione got a book set on Charms. Harry and Ginny got a small figurine of a white angel. When it's back was touched it would expand it's wings and fly around.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley received separate gifts. Mr. Weasley had received several different color and sizes of rubber ducks. On the other hand, Mrs. Weasley got a couple books on cooking with many different recipes.

"This must have cost her a fortune," Mrs. Weasley said, as she opened one book.

The last box in the huge box was a small one. Hermione took it out and handed it to Fred. He looked at it for a while—before George nudged him in the side.

"You've got to open it, it's not going to bite or anything," George told him. "It's not from Hagrid."

Fred sighed and carefully tore at the packaging. The small rectangular box contained a silver key. He blinked his blue eyes and held it up to show his family, and Hermione pulled out a letter. It was on a piece of white and blue lined paper. And it smelt like vanilla and oranges. The smell of the girl he loved more than anything.

Frederick~

Things are beginning to change—for the better. I'm moving out to be closer to the man I love, and I'm working among the friends I've learned to love over the years. And here you are holding a silver key. It's a key that will help you get to places where I'll be.

Merry Christmas,

Lots of Love,

Pamela

Fred twirled around the key and smiled. He then ran a hand through his hair. It was one of the best gifts he had gotten in a long time. He couldn't wait to see her again—even if it was just a week from now. But even a week, seemed to long and so much could happen in that week. It was something that he didn't even want to think of.


The night before the wedding, everything was chaos. People were running around and the Burrow was a mad house. George was panicking because Cousin Alfred had decided to come after all, and now they had to find him a place among the rest of the relatives and friends that had already been placed. Katie couldn't wait to practice, but was slowly losing her nerve because Pamela couldn't make it because of the time difference and the practice was scheduled in the middle of her day shift.

Mrs. Weasley was starting to worry about the food, because every other second, someone who wasn't supposed to be there until tomorrow, would pop up. This would cause her to stop what she was doing and find a place for this person to stay. The Burrow was getting over crowded and rooms had to be given up in order for visiting relatives—and some of Katie's family—to have a place to stay.

For once, the Weasleys had hoped that the family dinner and rehearsal would go off without any problems. But even Merlin himself couldn't stop that from happening. As they started to practice, the music was off, George forgot his vows, and Aunt Muriel was saying crude comments about the bride ("She has too much meat on her bones. And who wants to marry a Quidditch player? They're dangerous.")

After the family had finally gotten through one rehearsal in one piece, it was time for the family dinner. The guests that had arrived early (mostly family that were traveling by port key) were also invited to this dinner. And since kitchen couldn't hold everyone and the kitchen sink, they had to eat out in the garden.

The noise was great and sometimes the conversation was good too. George sat next to Katie, sweating nervously as her older brother; Spencer stared down his future brother-in-law. His dark blue eyes never once left George, making the twin nervous.

It turned out that Katie's cousin Alfred was a drinker and firewhiskey turned out to be his favorite drink of the night. And the louder he got, the cruder Great Aunt Muriel's comments got to be.

"This bride, half-bloods are alright, but there's just something off about her," Aunt Muriel boasted. "How much danger has she gotten into? I think she's one to just attract danger. She must be a klutz. Especially, with those weak ankles."

Fred hit his forehead. For once, he wished that Aunt Muriel would just stop coming to these family events, she never was one for being soft and subtle. She turned to George and opened her mouth, ready to insult further.

However, before any of the Weasleys could change the subject, Cousin Alfred had to open his mouth.

"Well, I may not know a lot about Cousin Katie, but –hic- but I know that she doesn't have weak ankles," he stuck up.

"You're just a drunk, so I wouldn't worry about it," Aunt Muriel mentioned. "What do you know about magic?"

George moved around, trying to separate the two feuding families. But Hermione placed a hand on his arm, pulling him back down to sit. "Harry has it under control, in case something happens."

Sure enough, Harry had his wand under the table, twirling it around. In case trouble turned out, he'd be able to take care of it quickly. Cousin Alfred rose to his feet. "My family knows a lot about magic you old hag." George chuckled, but with a look from both Katie and his mother caused him to stop laughing. "I know –hic- that Katie wasn't alone when she was pulled into many of those dangerous situations."

This resulted in Spencer's input. And anyone with eyes knew that he hated George, "Yeah," Spencer scoffed. "That Weasley kept dragging my sister into everything. If she never met this boy, then she wouldn't have gotten kidnapped years ago."

"I could handle myself, and George came looking for me," Katie defended.

Fred opened his mouth, but Aunt Muriel cut him off. "You Bells have no one to blame but yourselves. The Weasleys have been nothing but helpful in planning this wedding. Most of the funding came from there—besides, if you hate us so much, then why do you want your only daughter to be part of us?"

"We don't," Spencer barked. "I numerous times tried to talk my sister out of the marriage, but she's stubborn."

Finally, Katie stood up. "If none of you—Weasley or Bell—don't support this marriage, then to hell with all of you! George and I will just request the Minister to do the ceremony at the Ministry without you present. Now, if anyone has any more rude comments, I'd like to ask you all to leave." She turned to her mother and said, "That includes you and Spencer."

Fred hit his brother on the arm. George smiled back, knowing that he was making the right choice. If Katie didn't care what her family thought, then she was truly head over heels for him. He then offered her a small smile and winked at her.

She blushed a little and sat back down. After that little outburst, everything was back to normal. Well, as normal as you could get for a Weasley, and a Weasley Twin at that, wedding.


But they weren't the only people who were having problems during the day before. Pamela was having trouble getting away from work. She was supposed to be off at noon, making it just in time for the Weasley dinner, but for some odd reason her job decided to get busy at the last moment. So, covered in sweat and with her hair pulled back into a very sloppy ponytail and her make-up ruin from a fellow coworker (a tomato in the face followed by being splashed by water), she moved back behind the counter and continued to bag food and watch the time click by.

"You seem tense," Arianna said, as she walked up to grab yet another bag. Arianna's long dark brown hair was braided down her back. Her dark brown eyes glanced at the bag and then again at the girl standing near the fries. "I thought you love this job!"

"I have to travel seven hours for a wedding. And I still haven't gotten off work yet!" she complained, using her black shirt to wipe some of the sweat off her face. A blond boy from the back smirked, knowingly.

"Well, Pami," he teased. "I think that maybe it's time you talk to Jandi and see if she'll allow you to leave early."

Pamela narrowed her blue eyes and once again the annoying beep came over from the intercom. "I'm two hours late. The expected me there at seven, now I won't get there until at least ten."

The boy chuckled. "You sure you don't want to ask to leave?"

Pamela snorted. "In the middle of the rush? You're nuts Wacey." His blue eyes lit up as the manager rounded the corner. "And don't even bother asking. I already know the answer."

"Pamela, Doris said you could go home now. She doesn't want to keep you any longer than necessary." A wide grin crossed her lips and she dropped what she was doing and rushed towards the back, pulling her hair out from the ponytail. The black visor she had on her head was thrown off her head and into one of her two bags.

She gave a hug to the owner—Doris, a short kind of pudgy old woman with fluffy gray hair—and grabbed her pink bag that had Catholic written across it and her purple backpack. It had already been planned out that the dress would be waiting for her when she got there, and anything else she needed—such as shoes and hair supplies—would be shoved into that purple bag.

In her pink Catholic bag, her wand sat there waiting to be used to Apparate to the Apparation point at the Ministry. In there sat a few DVDs—Sweeney Todd being one of them. She paused as she began to clock out.

"Thanks for dealing with my pacing throughout the shift, Arianna," Pamela stated. She ran up and gave the girl in question a hug. "Bye guys, have an awesome New Year!"

She ran outside and down to where the garbage cans were located. It was well shielded from prying eyes, and the perfect spot to Apparate from. She did a double check, making sure that nobody was following her or looking. Grabbing her wand, she turned on her foot and with a loud Crack she was gone.


Even at ten o'clock in the evening, things were just as busy as they would have been in the dead. Most of the relatives had gone to bed and Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had returned to their own homes. Fred was pacing back and forth, trying to think of what could be taking his girlfriend so long to arrive, and George was adding last minute changes to the table settings.

Katie Bell—soon to be Weasley—sat across from her husband trying to figure out what she was going to do with her drunken cousin. They had to keep him away from any firewhiskey and alcohol that was going to be there. It was a problem in itself.

The smell of a cake hung in the air as Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Bell focused on the finishing touches the union of their son and daughter. For once, they weren't arguing over the food to be served there or the cake being cooked in the oven.

"Do you think she doesn't even want to be in the wedding planning any more?" Katie asked.

George looked up. "It's hard to say, if not we can put your cousin Alfred at that table. Lee can take care of the man. And I'm sure Hermione knows a few good curses to keep the man away from all the liquor," he answered. He reached across the table and patted the bride's hand.

"She would have owled by now right?" Katie asked, suddenly rising to her feet. "Pamela is usually a little more responsible. This is one of the biggest days of my life…"

The back door opened and Pamela walked through, looking a little more tired than usual. Her hair was now sticking up in every direction and she had ditched her work shirt for that of a tank top in the middle of winter. Fred rushed over and took the two bags away from her.

"What happened?" Katie blurted out. "You should have been here three hours ago! You missed the practice and the dinner!"

"Thank Merlin," George muttered under his breath. Suddenly, a pair of small hands covered the boy's eyes. "Katie was worried you weren't going to make it, Catholic Girl."

"And miss the Holy One's wedding? I think not," she laughed. He stood up and scooped her into a hug. "That's like missing Fred's wedding. I'd never miss it for anything in the world!"

Katie walked up to the girl and sat her down in the chair. "Do you have any idea…"

"Katie, it's going to be okay. Work ran a little later than any of us had hoped for. We had a couple of workers leave earlier than we wished. I'm hear now, and I made it for the wedding," Pamela told the girl. "Just relax. In a few short hours you will be marrying the love of your life."

Fred motioned his head up the staircase. He wanted to get Pamela and his brother up to the bedroom. There they could talk, laugh, and have a blast like they used to. Like Pamela had mentioned, by the time they woke up—everyone would be running around like a chicken without a head.

Pamela's next statement caused a few of the kitchen inhabitants to stare at her. "We'll have so much fun! I've brought a ton of games. I'll get the chance to do your hair, make-up, and nails. You'll look beautiful for tomorrow. You'll knock them dead. And to top it all off! I brought my favorite chick-flick in the world!"

"Pamela?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Fred waved his mother off. "Don't worry about it, Mum."

"But, he'll look like one of those Muggle things Hermione was explaining to your father the other night. What was it? A cloud?"

Pamela laughed. "A clown?"

"Yeah! With the squeaky red nose!"

George flung his arm around the final bridesmaid and led her up the stairs. "Don't worry about it Mum. It means we're going to stay up all night talking, playing Exploding Snap, and watching Sweeney Todd, with Alan Rickman and Johnny Depp. The usual things we do."

Without so much of another word they headed up the stairs. Fred was already laughing, as he helped Pamela over one of the steps. George, who wasn't paying attention, barely touched the step before a blue cloud of smoke appeared around him. When the smoke disappeared, George looked like a mix between a chicken and a duck.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" Katie shrieked from the bottom of the stairs.

"So, I need to work some bugs out." Fred shrugged. "It's supposed to be either a duck or a chicken. Not both."

"When—quack—am I going to turn back?" George squawked. They reached the room, and suddenly a puff of green and George was back to normal once again.

Fred threw the bag on the bed and flopped down on the other bed. In the room, an extra bed had been added. He thought back to how angry Angelina had been when she realized that she had not been invited to the wedding, nor had she been placed in the wedding lineup. He figured that Pamela would look more beautiful as a bridesmaid and in one of Katie's dresses than that bitch any day.

Pamela pulled out a black little machine, and opened it, before leaning back and allowing the movie to set up. Dumping out her bag, there was all sort of Muggle candy, cakes, and cookies. She moved onto the bathroom across the hall and changed into her pajamas. She then made herself comfortable between the two boys.

"Nervous for tomorrow?" she asked, as the main menu popped up on the screen. She pressed play and the movie started. "Either one of you?"

"Well, since that argument last week, we've been alright," Fred answered, digging into the pile of junk food that she had brought back.

George shook his head. "The biggest worry we had was what we'd do if you didn't show up." He settled next to Pamela and pulled out his wand. He didn't want the rest of the world hearing the off tune singing that they during the movie. "So, this was another Christmas gift?"

"Mom is upset because I'm going to live in Wizarding London. I think she's wishing I'd stay home, thus all the Muggle gifts this year," she explained. "So, how was the dinner?"

"A mess. I know not to invite Aunt Muriel to the next wedding, and I'm not sure that Cousin Alfred won't be invited to anything ever again," Fred joked.

George suddenly looked Pamela and then her left hand. Per usual, she had her ring that Fred had given to her. Suddenly he had a brilliant idea. "You should take the ring off your left hand."

Fred and Pamela blinked their eyes. "What are you talking about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The ring. It's going to look bad if you're wearing two rings," he continued on. He noticed that his brother was wishing for him to stop. He blinked his green-blue eyes in confusion. He didn't understand why, so he continued on with, "Katie was suggesting it to me earlier today."

Fred looked from Pamela up to George. She was in deep thought. He knew that she was attached to the ring; she had admitted it when they had gotten back together. While she was dating Draco, she couldn't take it off because she knew if she did, then it would be admitting that the relationship between her and Fred was over. Fred wasn't ready for that yet either, and like he'd promised, never once did it fade in coloring.

"I guess so," said Pamela, sadly, taking it off. She placed it on the nightstand, remember it was there. She stared at her left hand for a little bit longer. "It looks naked without it."

"But still cute," he whispered in her hair, kissing her head at the same time. He looked up at the screen. "Hey look, you guys are past the opening credits and part of the first song. My ears have been saved."

George fixed that immediately. "Oh, that was many years ago. I doubt if anyone would know!" he sang on the top of his lungs.

The other two room's occupants laughed and stole a kiss from one another. Fred wrapped his arms tighter around Pamela, and was hoping that the morning wasn't going to be like the night was. He wasn't ready for any more stress that was bound to come with the final preparations that were coming.


Fred groaned as a loud annoying beeping echoed through the room. Groaning, he opened one eye and noticed that a wand was lighting up and wiggling back and forth. He noticed that Pamela was out like a light, and cuddling deeper into his chest. The time change was always harder on her because she was losing seven hours instead of gaining it when she went home. So, a lot of the times she'd sleep a lot of the day away. But right now it had to be seven in the morning, and the wedding started in three and half hours.

She moved a little letting out a loud groan. Fred tightened his grip around her, and closed one eyes. It was then he noticed that George had fallen asleep at her feet, wrapping his arms around her legs. There was a little slobber on her legs, and it took everything Fred had to keep from laughing. It would be a strange sight for anyone who walked into the room at the time.

She stretched, groaning again, kicking George away, and pushing Fred away with the stretching of her arms. Pretending as if he just woke up, he asked, "What happened?" He then began to disentangle himself from Pamela. "Que hora es?"

Pamela giggled. Fred realized that it was too early for her to have a complete thought, and so if she was suffering from lack of sleep or staying up too late she giggled a lot. And what little Spanish that he knew, he was going to use. It was time for her to actually put that foreign language into good use.

What he had asked was "What time is it?" "Seven," she finally replied. "Too early to be functional, but early enough for Katie to need my help to get ready."

He sighed and pressed his head against hers. They had only moments before George woke up, and he was going to enjoy these few moments before the chaos began. "I'm sorry for not being around more. You've sort of needed me in the last month. And Angelina has been trying to make a move on me once again."

"You're going to have to put an end to that somehow," she giggled again. A smile crossed his face and he kissed her nose. "Next year, we'll have a ton more dates, more than just movies. Like Quidditch matches again, I miss those."

"Work first, play later," he said. This was odd coming from a Weasley Twin. It even sounded odd to Fred's ears. "We want you to have a good position in the Ministry. I should probably let you go, Katie will come in here demanding why we're holding her bridesmaid hostage."

"Let her come," Pamela mumbled, starting to fall back asleep. It wasn't as if it took her three hours to get ready. Put some light make-up on and she would be as beautiful as the bride, at least in Fred's opinion. "I want to sleep in a little longer."

Just as the two had gotten comfortable again, the door swung opening hitting the wall hard. The three of them bolted right up, looking around. Standing in the doorway was Alicia in a red robe. Her hair was already done half up and half down. George and Pamela both made a groaning sound and threw the covers around themselves. Fred blinked a little trying to figure out where the bright light was coming from.

Soon, Fred was out of bed and grabbing the end of the blankets. With one hard pull, he managed to pull both blankets off of both Pamela and George. The shivered and curled up into a little ball. She grabbed her backpack and shot one look at Fred, before walking over to the door.

Lee took her hand and kissed it gently above the knuckles. "You always were a horrible morning person," he teased.

"I'd tell you to piss off, but I need to remain to calm for Katie's sake."

As she walked away, he grabbed her wrist and warned, "Yeah, and she's beginning to freak out as well. We don't need this, Pam. Not today."

She rolled her eyes and blew a kiss in Fred's direction. He caught it and held it close to his heart. She shrugged and turned and began her decent down to the hellhole—at least that's what it was going to be until the wedding actually started.

Fred looked over at the two boys who were staring at him in disbelief. "What?" he asked.

"You've got it bad, Fred," George said, straightening up the bed and sitting on it. "Exploding Snap?"


Fred's hands were resting on George. The older Weasley twin was getting to bolt out the backyard and go and hide. George had expressed all worries that he was having in the last few minutes. People were still finding their seats and Mrs. Weasley, Percy, and Mrs. Bell still had not appeared yet. Spencer was walking Katie down the aisle because Katie had lost her father a few years ago, but that still didn't mean he was going to give her away happily.

Suddenly, Percy appeared, on one side Mrs. Weasley, and on the other side was Mrs. Bell. When the two were seated properly, he nodded towards the back of the aisle. Fred, without releasing his hold on George, leaned forward, trying to see around the people who were standing.

Pamela was first and she walked forward, carefully and slowly. Her dress was a beautiful blue and cream color. It was made of satin material, and had only a thick strap against her left shoulder. For the most part it was blue, but from the strap to the stomach it was cream—but only the left half. Gemstones covered the lower half and ever so often her favorite silver heels would show through. Her make-up was done to the point where she was almost recognized and her hair was pulled up tightly into its traditional bun with a few wisps hanging down.

When she got to the front, she moved to the side and waited patiently. Looking up, Fred mouthed, "I love you." And a light blush covered her face.

Next, Alicia was walking down the aisle. Her dress was a wine color, flowing more in the back rather than in the front. It was strapless; so Alicia had decided to pull part of her dark brown hair tightly into a bun, while the other half was straightened and flowing down her back. Like Pamela, her shoes were silver.

When Alicia took her spot next to Pamela, the music picked up and everyone's head turned. George took a step forward, trying to gaze around the standing crowd. Standing next to her brother was Katie. Her wedding dress was white and the sleeves rested just a bit below her shoulders. Unlike most brides, Katie insisted that she would have a shorter train—in fact she didn't want any at all—but she at least convinced her mother of that. Her dirty blonde hair was plaited out of her face, but still left partially down. And the smile that crossed George's face that even though she didn't wear make-up, but her natural beauty shown through.

Kingsley cleared his voice and the crowd sat down. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of George Fabian Weasley and Katherine Anne Bell in holy matrimony—"

Fred's shoulders bobbed up and down. He bit his lip trying not to laugh out loud. Sure, George is holy all right.

"Do you George Fabian take Katherine Anne to be your lawful wedded wife?"

The sound of Spencer snorting came from the audience. Mrs. Bell elbowed her son in the side and Fred almost lost it once more. He lightly pushed Lee in the side noticing the mother and son slightly arguing. The best mate of over ten years let out a short laugh, causing George to snap his head around, glaring Fred and Lee. They were going to receive a firm lashing after the wedding.

"Then I pronounce you bonded for life, you may kiss the bride," Kingsley said.

George smirked and pulled Katie close. "You don't need to tell me twice." He swept her into his arms and kissed her soundly before leading her down the aisle. Following them was Lee and Alicia and finally Pamela and Fred.

"And who said this was boring? Now, Katie can be just as holy as George," Fred joked.

"She'd have to lose an ear first," she joked back.

"Eh, but didn't you hear Kingsley? They were joined in Holy Matrimony," he continued to joke.

"You and your jokes."

"But you love me right?"

"Yeah. I guess I do." And she stole a quick kiss.


The reception was beautiful, George and Katie's hard worked actually paid off. Everything ran smoothly, including the assign seating. She was lead out to the dance floor by Draco a couple of times and they were dancing when George tapped the young Malfoy on the shoulder.

"May I cut in?" he asked.

"I suppose you can," Draco teased. "I have to go dance with my date anyway. Excuse me." He kissed Pamela's hand and handed it to George.

The slow song picked up and George smiled. Fred and Pamela had—when asked—specifically stated that they didn't want their song to play. It was the love theme from the movie Anastasia. And now, here it was playing softly. Fred could be seen dancing with Katie as George twirled Pamela around.

"Katie picked it out. After listening to it, she decided she didn't care what you guys thought," George answered her unvoiced question. "You know, he never stopped loving you. Especially, when he hit you. He's changed completely. Hasn't gotten smashed since."

He spun her around a couple of times. And he noticed that she was looking at Fred again. She had that long off distant look, like she was imagining her wedding. He was her best friend, and he needed to do something to get his brother and this girl together a little more permanently.

"You've got that look upon your face again," he teased. He held her close and the two swayed back and forth. The two swayed for a little bit listening to the music before he twirled her around once again.

"May I cut in?" Fred asked tapping George on the shoulder. George gave one of his best friends a big hug before handing her off to his brother. "Go dance with your wife!" Fred yelled after him.

"Having a good time?" Pamela asked as the two began to sway back and forth.

"Always," he answered, then stopped suddenly. "Come with me."

As he dragged her away from the garden to the makeshift Quidditch field. She stood against the tree, using it to balance her as she stood toe deep in the snow. The sounds and lights lit up the garden around him. There was five minutes until midnight still.

"I don't know how to say this," he started out. Sweat was rolling down his face again. He ran his fingers through his hair—now it was sticking to his forehead. For a winter wedding, he was sure sweating a lot. "I guess I'm very rubbish at saying what I want to."

"And I'm a writer—I'm not good at words either," she confessed.

Fred chuckled. "Well, there's a lot that I want to say. But I don't even know where to begin."

Pamela brushed a piece of her hair out of her face. He finally used his wand and cleared the snow around his feet. Getting down on his knee, he pulled out a blue box, opening it. Inside was the best ring he could have picked it out. It spoke more of Pamela than it did of anyone else. It was a small gold ring and in the middle was a diamond. It was simple and beautiful.

After a moment of staring, Fred finally found his voice again and asked, "Pamela, will you marry me?"