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Written for Assignment 5 - Travel and Tourism, Task 11; Something considered huge (a wedding).

Challenges listed at the bottom.

Word Count - 1884

His Place

He could hear everything but dared not open his eyes. His head was banging, and he had a rather enthusiastic hope that Lavender would stop prattling on and leave him to die in peace.

Of course, no such luck.

The quilt was pulled off of him, and even with his eyes shut, he could see the sunlight streaming in through the window.

"—I can't believe you're still in bed, you lazy shit! You're—"

"Stop speaking," Seamus begged, giving into the urge to bury his head under the pillow.

Lavender laughed and pulled the pillow away. "This is why I told you not to have your stag do the night before the wedding."

"I think I'm allergic to mornings," he grumbled, shielding his head with his arms. "And you're far too peppy when I'm hungover."

"If you open your eyes, you'll see I have a gift for you," she replied, the amusement still clear in her voice.

Seamus cracked open one eye to glare balefully at her, but when he saw what she was holding out, his glare fell away.

"I adore you," he muttered seriously, opening both eyes and sitting up slowly. His stomach rolled uncomfortably and he grimaced, taking the potion vial from her.

She looked beautiful, already wearing a rose pink dress with her hair in a complicated looking updo, a few curls falling around her face. Even so, the hangover potion was still the best looking thing in the room.

He downed it in one, wrinkling his nose at the taste. "That's nasty."

Lavender rolled her eyes. "So are you. Go and get a shower, you heathen."

"What time is it?" he asked, shuffling to the edge of the bed.

"Quarter to eleven. We're to be at the Burrow in half an hour."

Seamus groaned, but stood up, cooperating suddenly much more important. Molly would dead him if he was even a minute late.

…

George sat in the sunshine, a coffee in hand as he watched his family construct the tent that would be used for his wedding reception.

He couldn't believe he was getting married. When he'd proposed to Seamus, it had been an abstract thought, a something that would happen sometime down the road. That the day had actually arrived was somewhat overwhelming.

"You should probably start getting ready soon," Ginny commented, sitting down on the bench beside him. "Mum will go mental if she realises you haven't even showered yet."

George snorted. "Mum is in the kitchen, screeching at anyone who enters because she thinks someone is going to try and steal food. I think I'm probably safe."

"You feeling okay?" she asked then, leaning her head against his shoulder as she linked their arms together. "It's a huge day for you."

"I'm… ready," George admitted with a small smile. He turned his head to press a kiss to her temple. "This is a good thing."

"It is," she agreed. "Although I don't think Seamus truly knows what he's signing up for, marrying into such a big family."

"We've been together for three years, Gin. It's not like he doesn't already know everyone."

"Harry was already a member of the family, and do you remember the mess he was for the first few months after we married. I thought he was going to have a breakdown."

George laughed. "That was because you didn't tell him that mum was fucking with him. Poor boy was a mess, thinking he had to be here every time she said anything."

Ginny shrugged. "I thought he'd realise. Nobody could have given birth to you and not been a prankster, let's be honest."

Rolling his eyes, George shrugged. "Point."

"Ginny? Ginny!"

She huffed and squeezed his arm. "I better go and do damage control," she murmured, nodding to the kitchen where their mum was shouting for her. "And you need to go and have a shower. Seamus will be here soon."

George nodded, draining his coffee. He handed her the empty cup. "Take that in for me, please? No way am I getting anywhere near Mum until I'm sure she's got nothing to complain about."

…

Seamus and Lavender arrived at the Burrow with about fifteen seconds to spare. Lavender hustled him inside, responding to the many greetings that were called out. The Burrow was already filled to the brim, though the guests that weren't family wouldn't be arriving for another hour.

"Where's George?" Seamus asked, looking around for his husband to be.

"Somewhere you won't see him until it's time," Lavender replied sternly, raising her eyebrow. "Don't make me cuff you to me to make sure you won't sneak off to see him."

Seamus rolled his eyes. "I just wanna check he's okay, that's all."

"He's fine," Ginny said, entering the room. She kissed Seamus' cheek and hugged Lavender. "He's getting ready, Bill and Charlie are with him."

Seamus nodded. "Anything for me to do?"

He was feeling restless, and time seemed to be passing particularly slowly just to spite him.

"The guys are in the garden, setting up the tent. You can head out there with them."

Smiling gratefully, Seamus made his way out into the back, smiling when he saw the large tent. They'd decided on an intimate wedding, but the abundance of Weasley's meant that even with just family and close friends, it would still be a considerably large affair.

Harry spotted him first, and raised a hand in greeting, waving him over. Seamus ducked into the tent.

"What do you think?" Harry asked, gesturing to the inside.

"Looks amazing," Seamus replied honestly, looking around. Small tables had been set all over one side, and on the other, a dance floor and a small stage for the band they'd booked. "Anything I can do?"

"The lamps still need putting up," Harry said, gesturing to the small pile of lamps in the corner. "Every other stand," he added, gesturing to where they were to be placed.

Seamus nodded and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt carefully. Lavender hadn't let him put his dress robes on yet, so he was only wearing his shirt and charcoal trousers.

"How are you doing?" Arthur asked, approaching them. He was already wearing his robes, and his eyes sparkled with happiness.

"I'm good," Seamus replied. "Grateful that Lavender thought to have a hangover potion waiting for me when she got me up. Otherwise, I would still be dying a slow and painful death."

Harry and Arthur both chuckled.

"You were… slightly inebriated last night," Harry admitted.

"Was it a good night?" Seamus asked, a cheeky smile on his lips. "Because I don't remember most of it."

Harry laughed again. "It was. Although, you'd think that by now, we'd know not to let you use your wand when you're drunk. Hannah wasn't impressed when you exploded half of her glasses."

Seamus groaned. "Did I try and turn water to whisky again?"

Harry nodded, eyes twinkling. "Of course you did."

"Of course I did. I blame you and Dean. You should have stopped me. What were you thinking?"

"Oh sure, blame me," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "I'd blame Dean, but he was as drunk as you, if not worse."

Seamus snorted. "Explains why it was Lavender that woke me up this morning and not him. She told me he was doing last minute best man things."

Harry nodded. "Making sure he isn't going to vomit when he hands the ring over is important," he said solemnly.

Seamus shook his head. "Why are you all like this?"

Shrugging, Harry replied, "You're the one that decided to be friends with us, so really, all of this is your fault."

"Of course it is."

…

George sat on his bed, fiddling with the cuffs of his robes.

"It's time, George," Percy said, entering the room. "Are you ready?"

George looked up and nodded. "I'm so ready, Perce."

"Then let's go and get you married."

George stood, checking his reflection one last time in the mirror. Bill had tamed his hair, and Charlie had made sure his robes were good, but George wanted to make sure he looked perfect for Seamus.

"You've got the ring, right?" he asked, looking at Percy.

"Right here," Percy confirmed, patting his top pocket.

George nodded. "Then let's do this."

They walked down the stairs together, and were almost at the back door when Percy cleared his throat. "I, uh… thanks."

George blinked and looked at his brother. "For what?"

"For asking me to be best man. I… This is a huge step in your life and… you're letting me be right there beside you for it."

"You were there for me when I needed you," George said softly. "When Fred… you were the one that stayed, even when I tried to push you away. You were the one that took all the abuse I could throw at you, and still held me when I cried. It wasn't going to be anyone but you, Perce."

Percy cleared his throat awkwardly, a light blush colouring his cheeks. "Well. Like I said, thanks."

…

Seamus felt like he was going to be sick. He stood to the left of the tent with Dean, waiting for the signal to enter. They'd contemplated one of them walking down the aisle, but the idea of entering at the same time, as equals, had been attractive to both of them.

He knew George stood on the right with Percy.

They were so close, and honestly, Seamus just wanted to see his man.

"I'm happy for you," Dean said lowly, a small smile on his lips. "I wasn't sure we'd ever make it to being each other's best man, but I'm glad we did."

Seamus looked at his best friend. They'd both been through so much, together and apart, but through all of that, they always made their way back to each other. Dean had been his first real friend, back when he was eleven and unsure on the train to Hogwarts.

"If you weren't here to be my best man, I wouldn't have had one," Seamus replied softly. "You've always been my best man, Dean. From the moment we met."

Dean nodded, clearing his throat gruffly. "Back at ya."

"Why do weddings always turn people into saps?" Seamus groaned, fighting back the sudden tears that threatened.

"New beginnings, endings, some crap?" Dean offered, smirking.

"You've got such a way with words," Seamus replied, rolling his eyes. "If your best man speech is anything like that, there won't be a dry eye in the place."

"There won't be," Dean assured him, a wicked smile on his face. "Everyone is going to be in tears of laughter while I embarrass the shit out of you."

Seamus shook his head. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

…

Ribbon flowed from the officials wand, wrapping around their joined hands. George met Seamus' eyes and smiled.

Seamus returned the smile, and his hand tightened around George's slightly.

No matter what they'd been through in their lives, Seamus knew that right here, with this man, he'd found his place in the world.

"You may now kiss the groom," the officiant announced, and George tugged Seamus forwards, their lips pressing together in a chaste kiss.

"I love you," Seamus murmured against his lips.

"I love you too."

Also written for;

Opening Line Competition - He could hear everything but dare not open his eyes.

Dialogue For Days Challenge - "I think I'm allergic to mornings."

All Sorts of Love - Fluff

Assorted Appreciation - 4. A Large Family

Disney - S1. Someone finding their place in life

Angel's Arcade - 12. Twinrova - Cooperating / Linking arms / Rose pink

Bex's Basement - 4. Jeffrey Dahmer - George Weasley

Around The World - 12. Lamp

Mythology - 21. George Weasley

Pop Figure - Karolina Dean - Lavender Brown / Sunlight / "I adore you." / Peppy

Woman's History - 10. The Burrow

365. 68. Urge

1000. 940. Charcoal