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By the time Fred and Pamela had returned from their little spot of heaven, the party was in full swing. The duo had waited until after midnight to return, they took the time to start planning their own wedding and how they were going to break the news to everyone there. So far, they had no idea on how this was going to happen.
As soon as Pamela's heels clicked on the dance floor, Katie and George were surrounding them. Their dress attire was now gone, and they were wearing something a little more comfortable. With a swish of his wand, Fred changed his and Pamela's clothes into a little more casual for the party. It was agreed that after midnight, it would no longer be a Weasley Twin wedding, but a full blowout New Year's Eve bash.
"I told you, you'd say yes," Katie said, as soon as Pamela finished straightening her favorite Quidditch Jersey. "Let me see the ring."
Fred chuckled as George walked up to his look-alike. "See, you were worried. Not that I blame you, Mate. But you had nothing really to be worried about."
"I had everything to worry about," Fred said, as Pamela gushed on how he asked her to marry him. "She has said no to me once—remember, after a year of dating?"
George shrugged. "Well, let me be the first Weasley, to welcome you to the family."
Pamela blushed and turned her head. Her hands rushed up to her bun and began to pull out the pins, allowing it to fall down her back. Fred smirked and walked up and kissed her.
"Save it for the wedding!" Katie teased.
"Wedding?" a voice asked.
Fred blinked and turned to see who was bothering them at this special moment. A blond boy stood there, his arm wrapped around a dark haired girl. "Malfoy, what do you want?"
"I came to wish the bride and groom congratulations, Weasley. I didn't realize I needed an invite to do that," sneered Draco.
The girl beside him hit Draco on the shoulder. "Malfoy, be nice."
"I told you, it's okay to call me Draco," he corrected, leaning forward barely gracing her lips.
"Be careful of that one," Pamela suddenly warned. Fred turned to her. "He's got centuries of fighting with the Weasleys. And he's very smooth with his words."
Fred blinked his eyes. For once, his fiancée had admitted that the Weasleys had been fighting for centuries. He laughed a little. The sarcasm was quite obvious, but she still acknowledged the rivalry between the two families. He would teach her yet.
For the first time that night, he took in the appearance of Draco's mysterious date. She was pretty average height—not too tall, but not too short. Her long dark brown hair—looking black if you turned the right way—was pulled up into an elegant style. Her dark brown eyes stood out the most to him. They kind of pulled him almost like an enchantress would. She had some deep secrets that girl did. But, he'd leave those to Draco discover.
Fred's thoughts than ran back to Pamela. This was the girl he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Like Draco's date, Pamela was of average height—average being around five feet four inches. Never once did she know her true hair color—as for she kept dying it—but her brown hair color suited her perfectly. She liked to play Quidditch, and the odd Muggle sport sometimes.
But what he loved the most about her was her blue eyes. No longer were they hidden behind those pink frames she'd wear all the time three years ago. But their true beauty showed out when Pamela put in her contacts. It didn't matter if she had horrible eyesight, or if their future children had that horrible eyesight. Her blue eyes were the windows to her soul. Her body action and voice could be very misleading, but just look at her eyes…
"Don't be rude, Malfoy," said George, bringing Fred out of the little trance. "How about you introduce us to your date."
Katie hit George in the arm. "You're one to talk."
"This is my date, Bianca," Draco said. He then took her hand and kissed.
"Hi!" she stated.
Pamela laughed, and scooted closer to Fred. Whether it was unintentional or deliberate, she grabbed onto his hand and held it tightly. He remembered how shy the girl could be at some points. I wonder if this is one of the moments. Or if just awkward to see Draco with someone new.
Fred stuck out his tongue, causing Bianca to laugh. "Sorry, you were making a funny face. May I ask why?"
"I just called Malfoy, Draco," Fred replied.
A gasp came from his right and from his left. Pamela looked like she was going to do a happy dance, and George looked like he was ready to murder someone. "I'm so proud!" she stated. "I have been a good influence on you."
"You are no longer my brother," George teased.
"So, what's this I hear about another wedding?" Draco asked, his arm still wrapped around Bianca. "Don't tell me the Weasley is going to marry that other Gryffindor Chaser as well."
"Angelina?" Fred and George chorused. "I rather shoot myself."
Pamela stuck out her hand in Draco's face. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"How about we start this again, and you don't do two things. One: Stick your hand in my face. And two: don't sound like one of those rich snobby brought up girls," he scolded.
Pamela shrugged and looked up at Fred. "Okay. Well, Mr. Malfoy, Fred and I have decided to get married."
"Oh Freddie!" Suddenly the two were brought into a bone-crushing hug. When Fred was able to breathe again, he looked down and saw his mother. Behind her, his father was giving him a nod of approval. "I can't wait to start planning your wedding. I'm sure it will be way different because Pamela is from the States ("Mum.") Oh, I don't even know when to begin. Have you two set a date yet? How long have you been you keeping this a secret from me, Fred? Not long I hope ("Mum."), you know how I much I hate waiting. Oh, this is going to be so great! There is still so much we need to plan for the two of you. Unlike George, we're going to send out the invitations right away. I can't wait to start spreading the news to all the family members here! ("Mum!") Pamela was starting to dwell on me as a daughter. Isn't this going to be great! Now all we need is for Hermione to find someone to settle down with—perhaps she'll start—"
"MUM!"
Finally, Mrs. Weasley stopped talking and looked up at Fred. The color returned to her face—as for she was saying this all in one sentence—and she looked at her son. He was one of her babies, and here he was getting married to a girl who probably loved him just as much as his own mother.
"Yes, Fred."
"Pamela and I would like to do this on our own," he stated clearly. That was the plan the two of them would plan as much as they could before the wedding, and if it came down to it and they were absolutely stuck—they would run to the parents for advice. Not before then, not after.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Draco place his hand on the lower back of Bianca. "I just wanted to congratulate you, George. As well as you Katie. Bianca and I must return to the Manor. I am required to attend Mother and Father's party as well," he said, shaking the bride and groom's hand. "Pamela, also a congratulation to you as well. I expect and invitation."
Pamela nodded. "I expect you and Bianca there too. Maybe the four of us can get together for lunch or something during the week."
"I'll look for your Owl." He then turned on his heel and both were gone.
Fred looked up at his mother. Her eyes were starting to tear up and on the occasion she'd let out a large sniff. George smirked, knowing what was coming next. "I carried you for nine months! And here you are telling me that you don't want my help? After all I've done for you! How soon are you getting married?"
"March 25th," Pamela replied. "It's about the half-way point between mine and Fred's birthdays."
"That soon! You've got three months to—" Mrs. Weasley paused, eyeing Pamela. "You're not pregnant are you?"
A blush tainted her face as she shook her head vigorously. "No, of course not Mrs. Weasley."
"How many times must I tell you to call me Molly," she corrected. She then turned to Fred. "We're not done with discussion. I expect to be informed every step of the way. I want to know what you are doing and whom you are inviting. Do you understand? You better have all this planned out."
"Yes, Mum," Fred replied, rolling his eyes. "It's a good thing that Pamela is a good list maker."
"Enjoy the rest of the party dears," Mrs. Weasley stated. Shot a glare at Fred one more time and then walked off with Mr. Weasley in tow.
"Well, that went well. I thought I was going to have to full body bind, Mum," Fred said.
Pamela shook her head. "And who said, 2010 was going to be an easy year?"
"Would you rather have my mother and your mother plan our wedding?"
"I never said that."
"Well, if you two love birds are done romancing, I think we better get to partying. Tomorrow, Katie and I leave for our honeymoon," George interrupted, throwing his arms over Fred and Pamela's shoulders. "I'm voting winter Quidditch."
Pamela smiled and kissed George on the cheek. "I'm thinking you're on. Coming Fred?"
Fred sighed, and shook his head. "I don't know, Quidditch in the snow? You might catch another cold."
"Oh shush," she answered, following George and Katie away from the warm New Year's party. "We're Wizards remember? We can stay warm."
Fred laughed. "I'll grab us some scarves or something. And catch up with you later, okay? Go have fun. Grab, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Charlie. We'll play four against four. No one will even notice we're gone." After that he ran towards the house—avoiding the drunken calls and questions about where he had disappeared off to earlier.
There was a time and place to inform everyone what had happened. And he was going to be very busy in the next three months getting ready for yet another wedding. As he grabbed a handful of Weasley made scarves, he rolled his eyes.
It looked like stress was going to be a theme for a little while longer. He'd just have to wait and see—and hopefully, like Katie and George's wedding—all the stress would pay off and his wedding would be on the perfect side too. He would just have to remember that there were no Cousin Alfred's or Aunt Muriel's invited to the wedding.
K15: Wow. I didn't think I'd get this chapter out so quickly.
Fred: I liked it. It kind of summed everything up.
Me: I know! So, maybe this wasn't just a filler chapter after all. My goal was to try to get out on March 27th in honor of James Potter's b-day. But I worked most of the day, and then went out to dinner with the family, and then watched the Blind Side.
Fred: So, they're all normal day activity excuses.
Me: Anyway. I hoped you guys liked this chapter. I think, when I'm working on the Malfoy Files, there's going to be a little more of Bianca there—not sure what her part in his life is quite yet. I just know it's rather important.
Fred: As long as Malfoy keeps his hands off of Pamela everyone's happy right?
Me: I suppose so. Anyway, lets see. I decided that there's one more chapter after this.
Fred: You know. A Weasley Twin wedding can never be calm.
Me: I don't know for sure if I'm going to update on April first… but we'll try and see.
Fred: Yup! Never hurts to try.
Me: Uh… I think I'm out of announcements and stuff to talk about. So, don't forget to review. Until next time. Later. K15
