draco and me 14142: I'm glad you like fluff, because this chapter has a bit more.

Queenofsprites: Well, I've updated. I am SO flattered you think this is one of the bests.

searching4romeo: I have ditzy moments all the time. The only girl to ever cause problems for George and Padma is that annoying Amanda Zonko.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is, unfortunately, not my idea. It belongs to Rowling who, unfortunately, I do not know.

Divination Junk

"Stop blinking," Parvati said with frustration as she attempted to put eyeliner on her sister, "or I'm going to poke out your eye."

Padma huffed and forced herself to keep her eyes open. The last thing she needed was to attend the Weasley-Granger wedding at George's side with an

eye-patch. On the bright side, everyone would assume it was George's fault in some way, shape, form, or fashion.

"Sorry," she apologized, "I'm just really nervous. This is George's extended family I'm meeting. What if they don't like me?"

The last part came out as more of a wail that caught the attention of Sophie. Tired of being ignored, the kitten sauntered into the bathroom and clawed at Parvati's leg. Parvati was forced to stop what she was doing and push Sophie away.

"Relax," she told Padma, "because if you don't you're going to end up how I did when I met Ernie's parents: accidentally turning their couch into a man-eating slug."

Padma let out a small laugh.

"You're right. I just need to relax."

Parvati squeezed her hand.

"Don't forget that he has to meet our family at the reunion in July."

Padma grimaced. Her family was not what one would consider normal, even in the Wizarding world and this was including the few muggles that had been added by marriage. She wished that she could just skip the reunion, but everyone was expecting her and this new boyfriend they had all heard about.

Parvati finished Padma's face with a bit of powder and some pumpkin flavored lip gloss and struggled to her feet.

"Done. You look beautiful."

Padma turned and studied herself in the mirror. Once again, Parvati had worked wonders with Padma's face. It gave her just the bit of confidence she needed and George's family suddenly seemed less frightening.

"Thank you so much."

"What are twins for?"

            George tugged at the tie dangling from his neck. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get it to lay straight. He suddenly found himself wishing that Ron could have married someone whose family was not muggle so that he could have worn his dress robes and not bothered with ties and suit jackets that would be uncomfortably warm. He was, however, looking forward to seeing her dressed in traditional Indian garb. She had already shown him the sari and choli she planned to wear and explained the significance of the bindi.

He checked his watch and realized that if he did not hurry, he would be late and resigned himself to letting Padma fix the troublesome tie when he arrived to pick her up so that they could take the portkey to a wizard pub beside the chapel.

Padma was still in her bedroom, finishing dressing when he arrived with a pop so he took a seat on her sofa to wait. Sophie immediately jumped onto his lap.

"Hello, Sophie," he said to the tiny animal, "Do you happen to know if Padma is almost ready? I would hate to be late for my brother's wedding."

"Oh keep your shirt on."

His jaw dropped as she entered the living room. The purple cloths she had shown him the previous week had looked nice on their hangers, but on her they were beautiful. The choli was only a simple deep purple shirt, but the matching sari was draped around her body revealing a bit of her midriff and her navel. The bindi was nothing more than a small red dot placed in the middle of her forehead.

"You look…wonderful."

She flushed.

"You look nice, too. Are you ready to go?"

"Of course, I can't wait to get there."

She eyed him suspiciously.

"Turn out your pockets."

His eyes widened as though that might lull her suspicions, but Padma knew better. She remembered hearing about what happened at Bill and Fleur's wedding. It would be just like him to pull something similar at Ron and Hermione's.

"I will not have you ruin this wedding." She reached into his pockets and pulled out several canary creams, some skiving, and one of her toffees. "And if you were thinking of slipping this into Harry's food before his speech, you were sadly mistaken."

George watched Ron and Hermione share their first dance as husband wife at the middle of the dance floor as he poured punch for him and Padma. Despite not being one for romantics, even he had to admit the wedding was beautiful, despite the lack of practical jokes. Padma seemed to have enjoyed it, too, even with her case of nerves about meeting his family.

He took the punch filled plastic glasses over to Padma. She accepted hers gratefully and took a short sip.

"Parvati always said they would be together," she said.

"We always knew, too. Mom said it was inevitable."

"Rather like us," she smiled softly, "Parvati was convinced we would be together, too."

George wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Bloody brilliant, that sister of yours," he whispered in her ear, "Maybe there's something to this divination junk."

She laughed and took another sip of her drink, wishing she could stop time and enjoy the moment forever. Then, their peace was broken by the noise of several distant relatives clamoring over.

"George!" an elderly man wearing a woman's hat exclaimed, "Is this the beautiful young lady your mother has been telling us about? I hope so."

George grinned at her.

"This is her."

"Oh aren't you just the prettiest young thing. You look fresh out of Hogwarts," another woman, who Padma guessed must have married in to the Weasley family due to the lack of red hair, commented.

"And so…exotic," a girl of about eleven, Lianna, added, touching the delicate beading on the sari.

His relatives continued to fuss over Padma for several minutes much to his delight. Yes, she had denied it when he asked, but he could tell meeting his family made her anxious. Not that he blamed her. His family made him nervous and he knew them all. Now she was smiling and talking, relaxed, with even the strangest of the Weasley clan.

His relief would not last long however, for an obnoxious high-pitched squeal from his Aunt Lenore made him cringe.

"Georgie!" she squealed, grabbing his cheek between her thumb and forefinger, "Oh you are George aren't you?"

She released him, leaving a red mark. He rubbed the spot gingerly.

"Yes, I'm George and this is my girlfriend, Padma Patil. Padma, this is my aunt, Lenore."

Aunt Lenore looked over Padma carefully, her eyes lingering at Padma's bare midriff and red bindi. Her lips pursed together in a sour look as though she had been eating an acid pop.

"What, may I ask, are you wearing?"

Padma forced herself to remain calm. After all, the woman had probably never seen traditional Indian garb.

"It's a sari and choli."

"And that red thing?"

"A bindi," George explained, remembering what Padma had told him, "It represents the female energy. It's all traditional Indian wear."

Aunt Lenore did not look pacified.

"Is that an Indian thing, to show off your body, disgracefully? This is a wedding for Merlin's sake!"

Padma was speechless. No one had ever said anything even remotely like that about her clothing on the rare occasions that she did wear it. George saw the stunned look on her face and squeezed her hand.

"Padma," he stated tersely, "is honoring her heritage. If you can not respect that, then I suggest you leave us alone."

Aunt Lenore's face nearly turned purple with anger and her mouth opened and closed several times before she finally managed to speak.

"I…I have never in all my…"

She turned on her heels in a huff and stalked off. The Weasley family members that had been standing there rolled their eyes.

"Ignore her," Ginny told her, "I don't think there's anything wrong with what you're wearing. Aunt Lenore is just a close-minded old biddy."

"That's right," Lianna agreed, "I think you're beautiful."

The cacophony returned as George's family voiced their agreement with Lianna and Ginny. George relaxed as he saw the smile return to Padma's face. Perhaps Aunt Lenore's comments would soon be forgotten.

            Padma yawned and leaned back against George as they sat on his back porch, sipping butterbeers and eating a bit of leftover wedding cake that Mrs. Granger had sent home with them. The reception had ended long ago and Ron and Hermione were probably already relaxing in a posh hotel in France.

"Your family is wonderful," she told George.

He twisted a strand of her dark hair around his forefingers.

"You really think so?"

"Yes, except Aunt Lenore," she made a face similar to the disliked woman's, "You would have thought I was sleeping with the groom."

"I should hope not!" George laughed, "Mum wouldn't like if I turned Ron into a slug."

"Is she," Padma hesitated a second, "Is she a pureblood fanatic?"

George shrugged.

"I've really no idea," he took a bite of the fluffy white cake, "She doesn't like many people for weird reasons. For example, Angelina isn't good enough for Fred because she's colored."

Padma sighed.

"But is it going to matter that I'm half and half? Are they going to care that my mum is a squib? Does it matter that she's British and my dad is from India?"

The questions were shot off in rapid fire, revealing to George that the insecurity was still there.

"Padma," he said gently, "Most of them don't care. And if they do, it doesn't matter because I don't."

A slight smile played on her lips.

"Sometimes I find it nearly impossible to believe that you're the same Weasley who slipped canary creams into McGonagall's mashed potatoes."

Many thanks to Narikia, my lifesaver.