Sam and Pansy have figured out how to manage two careers that take place on separates sides of a giant pond and the big day is finally here. Can they make it through the day without any more surprises?
Old Man: So, when is this thing?
FlyBoy: In three weeks
Old Man; are you sure about this?
FlyBoy: Never more sure
Old Man: We'll be in London on Monday
FlyBoy: Don't let Tony touch anything
Old man: Not my job
FlyBoy: Just tell Pepper
Ginny: So have you found it?
Pansy: Were you with me yesterday?
Ginny: None of those dresses were bad
Pansy: But none of them screamed "Pansy, this is your bloody dress" either
Ginny: We still have time
Pansy: Blaise is supposed to be sending some next week.
Ginny: We will find it
Pansy looked around the workroom of her London shop. Dress in all colors and fabrics were draped over every surface. She had three weeks to get ready for her wedding and she still did not have a dress. The rest of the bridal party had robes, tuxes or dresses except for the bride.
"You, Pansy Parkinson, have become your own worst nightmare. I am the bloody client from hell." Pansy grumbled as she walked around the workroom, cleaning up the mess she and her bridesmaids had made that day. "It should not be this hard to find the perfect dress for the perfect day."
"Still talking to yourself, I see." Pansy turned towards the deep voice she heard coming from the doorway. "I hope you have some time left to try on a few more things."
"Blaise Zabini! What are you doing here?" Pansy dropped what she had been holding and ran to hug Blaise. "I wasn't expecting you for a few more weeks. What in the name of Merlin's beard are you doing here?"
"I heard there was a bride with a fashion emergency." Blaise pushed himself off the doorframe and wrapped his arms around Pansy in a hard hug. "I know I am not the great Pansy Parkinson, but I do have friends."
"Come in and show me what you brought." Pansy dragged Blaise into her workroom and pulled out her wand. "I'll clean out some space and we can get started."
"That can wait until tomorrow." Blaise laughed as he watched dresses swirl around the room under the direction of Pansy's wand. "I have been threatened within an inch of my life if I show you anything until the Harpies were here to help you figure this out. We have a dinner date with a couple of handsome men."
"How many people knew you were coming early?" Pansy slapped Blaise on the arm.
"I will never tell." Blaise smiled and tucked Pansy's hand into his elbow. "Now, tell me more about this handsome man you are marrying…"
BabyGirl: Good morning handsome
FlyBoy: So what are you doing today?
BabyGirl: Dresses
FlyBoy: Again?
BabyGirl: I'll know when I find it
FlyBoy: I'll be by to get you after this round of meetings. My time as liaison starts soon
BabyGirl: Not until after the wedding and honeymoon?
FlyBoy: I have told EVERYONE that week is mine and yours. They will just have to save the world without me.
BabyGirl: Fourteen more days
FlyBoy: Can't come soon enough
BabyGirl: Love you
FlyBoy: Love you too
Sam put his phone on the table in front of him and smiled.
"Was that Pansy?" Harry's voice startled Sam out of his thoughts. "Ginny said they were going shopping for dresses today while we had these meetings. I thought she already had everything."
"We are getting married in fourteen days and she still hasn't found the perfect dress." Sam shrugged. "This is what I get for marrying a fashion diva, who happens to keep your girl in beautiful clothes when she asks."
"She has changed so much since we met in school." Harry sat in the chair across from Sam and clasped his hands together. "You have been good for her and she definitely is good for you. Especially on the days when the Minister and the director decide to change everything."
"I can't believe how long it has taken for them to agree to all of this." Sam tapped the paper on the table in front of him. "My sweetness has set up her second shop and rearranged the whole world in less time than it has taken to get this done. Oh, she also planned a wedding."
"A woman who wants something is not a woman I will get in the way of." Harry sighed and pointed to the door. "I hear our favorite people coming. How did you get Fury to agree to this meeting?"
"I reminded him of what he would lose if I retired." Sam stood to greet the men and women who had walked into the room. "Harry Potter, let me introduce you to a few people from the other side of the pond…"
Old Man: I see now why this has taken so long
FlyBoy: What do you mean?
Sparky: The Ministry is difficult
FlyBoy: M is not much better.
Old Man: It was like having Fury times two in the room with us
Sparky: Bolt wasn't too bad
Old Man: Who are you talking about?
FlyBoy: Are you talking about Potter?
Sparky: They guy with the glasses, wand and attitude? Yup…
FlyBoy: Potter is about the only reason I have stayed sane.
Old Man: He seems like a good guy
Sparky: I don't know about him
FlyBoy: He was a war hero before he was out of high school
Old Man: Mione went to school with him. He is a good guy
Sparky: If you say so. But, I am not letting him play with my toys
FlyBoy: Go bug Pepper, Tony. I'll see you all this weekend
Old Man: Are you okay?
FlyBoy: Yeah, just tired, Probably trying to get too much done with not enough time
Old Man: Go home
FlyBoy: I'm in a cab. Pansy said she had a surprise planned for me
Old Man: I'll see you in the morning
Ginny: What's going on?
Pansy: I think I am going to be sick
Ginny: What happened?
Pansy: Nothing. I just don't feel well
Ginny: We do not have time for you to be sick. Seven days left and I cannot do this if you go down
Pansy: I have everything planned out
Ginny: I am good on the pitch not in the control room
Pansy: There is nothing left to do other than show up at the Bower on Saturday
Ginny: Blasie came through with the dress. Sam will not be able to look away from you
Pansy: Speaking of FlyBoy, I need to get home and fix dinner
Ginny: Special reason?
Pansy: Nope - just Thursday night dinner
Ginny: Go on then and behave yourself
Pansy: Nope - no behaving tonight :)
Pansy watched Sam set the last of the dinner dishes into the sink.
"So, what has that frown on your face?" Pansy asked when Sam turned back towards her. "Something bothering you?"
"Just thinking about work." Sam sighed and watched water and ubles fill the sink. "I thought we had everything sorted out and then Tony stepped in the middle of things.
"Bloody hell, that git may die before the wedding." Pansy pulled her wand from it's hidden pocket and pointed at the sink. "We have seven days to get everything wrapped up and he goes and throws a bloody pixie in the pot. I have a hex for that."
"Not if you want to get married in seven days." Sam turned and took Pansy's wand. "If I give this back to you, you can set the spell to finish cleaning up but, that is all. I have other plans for tonight."
"I like a man with plans." Pansy sighed as she taped the sink with her wand and felt Sam curl his body around hers. "I think I have an idea of what those plans might be. Care to explain them further?"
"Use your imagination." Sam murmured against Pansy's neck as he laid a trail of nips and kisses between her ear and collarbone. "I think this demonstration would go much better if we were in the bedroom and you had on fewer clothes."
"I am tired. I guess I could lay down." Pansy whispered as Sam picked her up and cradled her to his chest. "But, you will have to do something about your clothes, too. No fair if one of us is naked and the other is not. I have a spell for that."
"I'm sure you do, Sweetness. I'm sure you do."
Pansy: I'm going to be sick
Ginny: You don't have time for that
Pansy: I'm thinking about going to the Healer
Ginny: It's just nerves. You are getting married tomorrow.
Pansy: I have never had nerves like this.
Ginny: You have never gotten married either.
Pnsy: I just need to get through this morning's clients and then I should feel better. That's what's been happening all week.
Ginny: ?
Pansy: Feeling like I have doxies in my stomach in the morning and fine in the afternoon. It has been going on for a week or so
Ginny: Are you sure it is just nerves? Have you actually …
Pansy: Worshiped the Porcelain God found in the loo? Yes, a time or two.
Ginny: Does Sam know?
Pansy: No. He is usually gone by the time I get up in the morning.
Ginny: I'm headed for the chemist.
Pansy: Are you okay?
Ginny: Yes, just going to pick something up for you.
Pansy: I don't need anything from the chemist.
Ginny: When you realize what's going on, I'll bring it to you.
Pansy: Weasley, what in the bloody hell are you talking about?
Ginny: Just how late are you?
FlyBoy: Something is wrong
Old Man: We signed the agreement today. Everything is fine.
FlyBoy: Not with that, with her.
Old Man: What do you mean?
FlyBoy: Something is off with Pansy.
Old Man: Could just be nerves. You are getting married tomorrow.
FlyBoy: There is something else going on. She was asleep on the couch before I got to the flat last night.
Old man: How late was it?
FlyBoy: That's just it. It was only 7 and she was sound asleep.
Old Man: That does not sound like her
FlyBoy: It isn't. When I did wake her up she looked almost green for a few minutes.
Old Man: Talk to her tonight, after the rehearsal. Maybe she is just worn out from the wedding stuff
FlyBoy: Maybe, but I have a bad feeling about this
Sam was beginning to wish he had not let Tony and Ginny badger Pansy into the ancient tradition of separating the bride and groom the night before the wedding. The guest room in Tony's Notting Hill flat was too quiet and his bed was too empty. A perfect combination to cause a sleepless night and too much time to think. His conversation with Pansy after the rehearsal dinner kept replaying in his head. He knew he was missing something, but he could not figure out all the clues.
"Fly Boy, it is just nerves. Everything will settle down after tomorrow. I promise I will go to the healer if it gets any worse."
"Sweetness, you turned green and looked like you were ready to run for the bathroom when I woke you up from your nap the other day."
"I don't take naps."
"You never feel sick either."
"I'm fine. Everything will settle down after tomorrow. I promise."
"I'm going to worry until we figure out what is going on. Don't make me call the Big Guy."
"Nat won't let you."
"Try me. If you turn green one more time…"
"I'll go to the healer."
The vibration of his phone on the bedside table interrupted his circling thoughts.
"Hey, Sweetness. Shouldn't you be asleep?" Sam's voice felt rough as he answered the phone. "Tomorrow is a big day and you need to rest."
"Can't sleep." Pnsy sounded irritated. "I never should have let that bloody ginger talk me into this. Bed's too empty…"
"Room's too quiet." Sam finished Pansy's complaint. "Same thing is happening here. But, tomorrow night…"
"Will this have all been worth it?" Pansy's voice seemed small as she asked the question. "All of it. The stress, the tears, the whole bloody lot of it?"
"Absolutely." Sam smiled as he imagined her curled around his pillow on the other end of the line. "By this time tomorrow, you will be mine and we will be headed for a warm place for a week, just the two of us. Do me a favor."
"Does this favor involve breaking rules?" Pansy smiled as she imagined Sam laying in his bed. "Does it mean I don't sleep alone tonight?"
"Find your playlist." Sam chuckled. "Lay your phone on the bedside table and start that playlist. I'll be doing the same thing here. We can both listen to it until we fall asleep."
"Not quite the favor I was hoping for." Pansy sighed. "But, that is something I can do. I love you, Fly Boy. Meet me in the Bower at noon?"
"I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else." Sam closed his eyes as he imagined kissing her forehead. "I love you, too, Baby Girl. Sleep well."
Pansy: What is he wearing?
Steve: His mess dress. He wanted to surprise you
Pansy: There are a lot of medals on his chest.
Steve: He's earned everyone of them
Pansy: Can I see the rest?
Steve: Yup, in about 30 minutes.
Pansy: Give him a kiss for me.
Steve: I love the guy, but not that much.
Pansy shook her head as she put her mobile into a small beaded bag. Hermione had given it to her as a wedding present and it was charmed to hold everything a bride could need and more without being a distraction.
"One last look before Harry gets here?" Ginny's question pulled Pansy's attention back into the chaos of the bridal suite. "Just stand by the mirror and let me adjust everything."
"If I look in that mirror one more time, I am going to start crying and there is no spell known as a witch or wizard that will be able to save my makeup." Pansy grumbled as she stood and walked towards the mirror. "Just hand me the bloody bouquet and I'll stand in front of the mirror. I'm not looking though. I'm just going to stand here with my eyes closed and let you ladies fuss."
FlyBoy: Is that my sweetness?
Ginger: Yes. Consider this a preview
FlyBoy: She is breathtaking
Ginger: Yes
FlyBoy: Can I see the rest?
Ginger: No
FlyBoy: You are an evil woman, Ginny Weasley
Ginger: And this surprises you?
FlyBoy: Not in the least. Are you sure I can't see a little more?
Ginger: Sure, in about 30 minutes
FlyBoy: Just wait, one of these days
Ginger: But not today
Sam chuckled as he slid his phone into his pocket. He felt his nerves settle a little more as he had traded messages with Ginny. It was getting closer to time for the ceremony to start and he was more than ready for it.
"What put that look on your face?" Steve asked as he dusted off the shoulders of Sam's dress uniform. "I know it is not that uniform. This shade of blue is much better."
"Air Force dress blues definitely beat Army dress blue in my book." Sam pulled the bottom of his jacket as he took a final look in the mirror. "She may hex me for this. I did not tell her we were wearing dress blues instead of tuxedos."
"I don't think she will mind as long as you are standing at the front of the Bower when she starts to walk down the aisle." Harry joined Steve and Sam at the mirror as they straightened their uniforms. "I'm off to collect the bride. I'll see you two in about twenty minutes."
Ginny: Meet me in the loo
Pansy: WTF. I do not need to do that
Ginny: Either meet me in the loo or I will pull this box out in front of Sam
Pansy: There is no way I can manage the loo right now with this dress and all these people.
Ginny: The boys are occupied with the photographer and it will only take three minutes
Pansy: Bloody hell … you are not going to leave this alone are you
Ginny: No
Pansy" I hate you
Ginny: Meet me in the loo
Sam could not find his bride. He was looking for her so they could take the last of the pictures with the photographer. He had one last surprise for her before their day was done. It had been the photographer's idea and Blaise had helped them get the t-shirts.
"Looking for someone, Mr. wilson?" Sam turned as he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Just you, Mrs. Wilson." Sam wrapped his arms around Pansy and kissed her forehead. "The photographer needs us for a couple more pictures and then we can eat and dance the night away."
"Just a few more, Fly Boy." Pansy rested her head on Sam's chest. "I think last night is catching up with me. I'm ready to rest a little before we celebrate some more."
"Two or three more with everyone and then we are done." Sam kissed the top of Pansy's haad. "I think you'll like the photographer's idea. Trust me."
Blaise: So, did you like the boys' shirts?
Pansy: I should have known
Blaise: So you think you are the only one that can plan a great outfit?
Pansy: Only you could talk the guys into t-shirts with their alter egos on them
Blaise: It wasn't as hard as you think
Pansy: Why did Harry's have a lightning bolt on it?
Blaise: Iwould say his scar, but that was Tony's idea
Pansy: Thank you … for everything
Old Man: Where is your bride?
FlyBoy: Taking a few minutes to herself
Old Man: She hasn't been seen for 20 minutes
FlyBoy: She is taking a nap …
Old man: Is she okay?
FlyBoy: Just tired. Doing too much with too little sleep
Old Man: The girls are looking for her. Time to get ready to end this party
FlyBoy: Tell them to meet me at the dressing room
Old Man: I'm sending in the screaming horde
FlyBoy: Just send Ginny. She does not always like to wake up from a nap.
Old Man: I will warn her before I send her
FlyBoy: Good call. We'll be down soon
Pansy groaned as the knocking on her door got louder. "Go away. I have a wand and I am not afraid to use it."
"Pansy, It's Ginny. I'm coming in." Ginny opened the door and poked her head in. "Sam sent me up to help you get ready to leave. Put your wand away."
"What time is it?" Pansy groaned as she felt her stomach roll as she tried to sit up. "I told him not to let me sleep long. I spent too much time planning this thing to sleep through it. Bloody hell…"
Ginny caught a flash of ivory and lace as Pansy sprinted for the loo. She came into the bridal suite and softly shut the door. "Still not trusting that test? This is the second time today you have thrown up after you woke up. Sounds a lot like …"
"You are a bloody menace." Pansy's voice drifted into the room from the loo. "I will be out to hex you when I'm finished here. Make yourself useful and see if there is a ginger beer in this room somewhere."
"Your leaving dress is hanging up on the wardrobe door." Ginny moved around the room gathering the things Pansy needed to change and return to the reception. "I found a ginger beer in the minifridge and set it on the bedside table. I'm waiting to help you change."
Ginny looked up when she heard water shut off in the loo. "How do you feel now?"
"Not quite as bad. Let's get me out of this dress and into the other one." Pansy waved her hand towards the bed and wardrobe. "I love this party, but I am ready to take my husband home and go back to bed."
Ginny grinned as she took a bow. "As you wish …"
BabyGirl: Thank you
FlyBoy: For what?
BabyGirl: Yesterday … Today … Tomorrow …
FlyBoy: We are sitting beside each other in this car, why are you texting me?
FlyBoy: Sweetness, what are you looking for on your phone?
FlyBoy: Is that a picture of what I think it is?
BabyGirl: Ready to do some redecorating when we get home?
FlyBoy: I love you, Baby Girl
BabyGirl: I love you too Fly Boy