Hermione groaned as she winced and scrubbed her face. Her mouth was dry. Her head was pounding. What the hell was she doing home? Hermione glanced over and poked Fred's bare chest.

"Freddy, hand me a potion," she croaked.

Fred jerked and groaned. "Bloody hell, I feel like the Knight Bus ran me over twice."

"When did I come back here?" Hermione asked as he turned.

Fred winced as his head throbbed and reached in the drawer for two vials. "Two? I don't know, I was plastered," he grunted.

Hermione took the offered potion and groaned. "Do you remember anything?"

Fred grinned through a sleepy expression. "You have the most delightful tongue."

Hermione gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh, Merlin! I seriously came home to suck your knob?"

"Oh, you did. It was marvelous," Fred laughed and kissed her temple.

Hermione reached for the clock and shrieked. "Oh, shit! I have to go!" She cried.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione launched from the bed and struggled to grab clothing to wear. "I'm so fucking late! I was supposed to go make breakfast for the girls. I promised them."

Fred slumped over the side of the bed and groaned. "Fuck, I feel like shit."

Hermione slid on her leggings. "I don't have time to feel like shit," Hermione puffed. "I still have to prepare the bouquets and help get the dresses ready, and," she paused when he grinned over at her.

"You'll be fine, G. Just breathe," he chuckled.

Hermione threw on his jumper and rushed over to him. "I love you," she stopped and kissed him with her hands on his face. "I'm positive last night was fun," she paused again and kissed him. "And I look forward to seeing you later."

"Go be their go-to-witch, G. I love you," he smiled and kissed her again.

Hermione puffed and stepped back, nearly slipping. "Clean up the ale on the floor, love?" She asked before she rushed out the door.

Fred sighed and stood up to stretch, reaching for his wand. Fred swiped at the puddle, cleaning it up while rolling his neck. He felt sluggish but satisfied. The damn witch could ruin a man. Especially after last night. He smirked and scratched his chest as he reached for some pajama pants. Fred paced from the room and walked to George's room. "Wake up, ya lucky wanker!"

George groaned through the barrier. "Curse me, now! My head is fucking killing me."

"It's alright, bugger, it's not your day, it's hers. No one will care if you look half dead!" Fred called out with a laugh.

The door swung open as George swigged a potion. "If you fucking knealzes would have kept quiet, I would have slept better."

Fred scowled and tilted his head. "I was loud?"

"She was. Merlin, I don't think I've ever heard a witch cry out in rapture so much," George snickered as he walked past Fred.

Fred scratched his chest as he followed. "I don't think that was her, Georgie. I was too sloshed to shag. I don't even remember us climbing into bed finally."

George smirked as he leaned on the counter. "Then I guess you got your second stride and returned the favor for her 'bloody amazing mouth!' I quote. She enjoyed it tons, just for your information. Must have been that tongue trick you taught me in sixth year," he laughed.

Fred's cheeks were tinted as he pulled out food from the icebox. "Well, I'm sorry you didn't sleep well."

George snorted and shrugged. "It was good to know you shag as well as I do. I'd hate for our differences to be a deficit in that department."

Fred frowned as he started making food. "Well, today is not about how much Hermione screams for me. Today is about you getting married. How are you feeling?"

"Good," George smirked. "Really good. I'm very excited to get married today. No cold feet at all."

"So, you're bloody terrified?" Fred chuckled.

George huffed with a nod. "What if she says no? What if mum says something and makes her leave? What if she decides she doesn't want me and leaves with my kid?"

"She won't. She's waited a long time for you, Georgie."

The fireplace went off, and Harry popped around the corner. "Good morning, fellas. How are we doing today?"

The twins grunted together.

"I just saw Hermione," Harry chuckled. "She was quite frazzled. I guess Gin got her sloshed and convinced her to come home last night?"

George burst into laughter and waved at the cooking twin. "Oh, you missed it! She was singing in every key known to man. I don't know what he was doing to get her to shout, but it was hard to sleep last night."

Fred was blooming with color, including on his ears. "Georgie, come on, it's your day."

Harry folded his arms and exhaled. "Well, should we decide to head to the Burrow after breakfast?"

Fred handed George a plate of food. "Eat."

Harry reached into the fridge and handed George the jug of juice. "Get something down, yeah? It's gonna be a long day."

Fred set his plate down and huffed. "Let me get dressed, and we'll head over to get ready. I'm sure we'll be running around like barmy bats because of mum."

"Clean up those love bites too," George snickered.

Fred huffed and grumbled as he wandered from the room. "Bloody wanker. Always diverting his anxiety into humor," he moaned while setting into the bedroom.

"It's only because I'm proud of you!" George called out.

Fred struggled to get his temporary clothing together. He dropped his socks on the ground and breathed. Fred couldn't deny that he still felt slow. The decision to not get sloshed the night before his wedding was made. Fred ducked down to retrieve the socks, only to see a bottle on the ground.

He scowled and reached for the item to examine it. Sniffing it, he grimaced and set it aside. Fred went about getting dressed and checked the mirror, clearing away the lovely hickies. It was time to be the Best Man.


Hermione was fiddling with the bouquets as she was eating breakfast. She was going to have to multitask an insane amount today. The witches were sitting around Ginny's dining table as Hermione kept busy.

"Hermione, how was your night?" Ginny snickered.

Hermione snorted and breathed. "Seems I found myself in my bed next to Fred this morning. I suppose I took things said last night and used them," she murmured with a blush.

Angelina cheered and clapped. "Oh good! I'm glad we had you go through another first."

"Enough about me; how are you doing, Ang?" Hermione asked.

"I'm fantastic. I'm not nauseous, I'm feeling pretty satisfied with the fact that I'm not swollen and repulsive for my dress, and I get to be with my family," she beamed.

Luna yawned and nodded. "You're already glowing. You must be so excited."

"I've been ready to marry that bugger for two years. I waited and waited and waited. I knew he had the ring already. I found it in the night table one morning."

"Merlin, he waited two years to ask you?" Romilda gasped.

Angelina smirked and wagged a finger at Hermione. "She finally said yes to Fred. He wasn't happy with Katie, and we all knew it, but he must have believed he couldn't ever date her. I knew why George didn't ask, so I was patient. It just worked out that when Hermione finally said she'd go out with Fred that I was pregnant."

Hermione smiled as she set down the last bride's maid bouquet. "I'm glad I could contribute to your happiness, Ang."

"So, when are you getting married and having children, Hermione?" Romilda questioned.

Hermione huffed as she grabbed the beautiful bouquet for the bride. "I don't know. We only started a couple of months ago. I think it might be a bit insane if he asked soon, don't you?"

"Why not? You both are perfect together," Angelina declared.

Hermione caressed the roses with care as she resituated the flowers. "I," she breathed. "I mean, I don't see my life working without him. He's sincerely been what I've needed and wanted in a partner. I only hope I can measure up to his expectations. My life is going to get busy with work and my career…" she trailed off.

"Wouldn't it be a good time to get married now then?" Ginny asked.

Hermione shot her a glare. "Well, yes, but that doesn't mean we will."

"A baby puts a rush on things," Angelina laughed as she rubbed her abdomen. "Oh, I can't wait."

Ginny beamed and nodded. "Me either. I told him we aren't going to have six children. I'd be happy with two."

"Yes," Hermione hummed. "Or three. Three little Potters."

"Three is my limit as well. George was asking me if I'd be okay with a whole quidditch team, and I nearly vomited on him."

Hermione giggled while shaking her head. "He would ask that."

"You ready to raise a baby with that ridiculous Weasley?" Romilda snickered.

Hermione glanced up from the flowers as her cheeks flushed. She realized Romilda was addressing Angelina and exhaled. Ginny caught it and gasped before Angelina answered.

"Hermione! Are you thinking of having a baby?" Ginny shrieked.

Hermione nearly dropped the bouquet. "No, I didn't say anything," she mumbled as her cheeks grew even warmer.

"Oh, she is!" Angelina jumped up and raced over. "We could all have babies around the same time! A bunch of Weasley children!"

Hermione grimaced as she attempted to squeeze from her. "Ang, a baby would be completely barmy at this time. We don't have time."

Ginny snorted. "She's going to say that for the next three years."

"No, you can't wait three years," Romilda huffed.

"A baby won't fit into the schedule for three years," Hermione confirmed. "I have ten months of just reorganizing a department I just took over."

"Tosh, three years is ridiculous," Angelina grumbled.

Hermione smiled and rubbed her arm. "It will happen when it does. Don't be grumpy about it. So, my real question is, are you ready to dance with your husband tonight?" She asked with a nudge.

Angelina groaned and shook her head. "I'm afraid that Georgie didn't get Fred's slight afoot. He goofs about."

"He might surprise you," Hermione laughed.


The wedding was an elegant affair. Angelina was praised and doted on by a decent amount of family from both sides. Hermione was relieved. Angelina had her moment, like most women, about to make a big decision. It was a split second, but she asked Hermione if she should just skip out on the event with a broom as they were fixing her dress.

Primarily, it was simple to be her Maid-of-Honor, and Hermione was relieved. Fred had sought her out after the ceremony and kissed her, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. It was a declaration of what he desired. Her. She really was his 'it.'

They were dancing in the corner away from prying eyes. Mainly because distant family members kept asking them how long they've been together and when they were getting married. They whispered and caressed each other with adoration and love. It was evident to anyone watching that they were deeply involved with each other.

Ginny finally scooted over to George at the head table and flopped down. "Oh, what an excellent dinner," she sighed.

George released Angelina's hand and rubbed Ginny's prominent abdomen. "He's growing strong, Gin."

"Yeah, and testing my bladder," Ginny grunted.

George was smiling as his eyes didn't leave his target while they spoke. "It will get better."

Ginny followed his stare and beamed. "They truly are cute together, aren't they?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "I have a confession," he mumbled while leaning back.

"Oh?" Angelina finally realized the conversation.

"I heard something last night, and I think it's going to expedite things for them," George chuckled.

"What's that? Did he ask her?" Angelina questioned.

George stifled a smile and wagged his finger. "For a wedding gift, I'll tell you."

Angelina exhaled and bent toward him. He whispered in her ear, and she covered her mouth.

"What?" Ginny pressed.

George waved it off and smirked. "Don't worry about it."

"Well, you can't not tell me, Georgie, I'm your pregnant sister," Ginny fussed.

"I'll tell you after I get back from the honeymoon," George told her and laughed.

Fred had dragged Harry over with Ron, and the trio danced to a fast-paced song.

"He's good for her," Ginny sighed.

"She's good for him, too," George agreed.

The wedding was remarkable and held a lovely tint for days to come.