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Dear guest,
We are very excited to announce our wedding date, which is on the 23rd of June.
Fleur and I are simply delighted to finally tie the knot at last. We wished to marry sooner but the tragic accident that was inflicted on me lately has delayed us. But I'm glad to notify that we are doing well now and are finally ready to get this official.
We hope you can be present with us on the 23rd of June at the Ministry Hall.
Love and care
Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour
Ron sighed as he finished reading the letter. He folded it up and laid it back where he found it.
Today was the 23rd of June, Today was the day his brother was getting married, and today was also the last day he would see his family again in a long, long time. It seemed unfair how Ron had dreaded this day, while it was supposed to be the best day he was going to have in quite a while. It wasn't the wedding he feared, it was the Goodbyes tonight that he hated.
He finished his attire by fastening his watch to his wrist. Pretty little thing it was, and it matched the rest of his out fit. It was gold, just like the ring he had gotten from Hermione, and it was the same color as the buttons that kept his dress robe together. Ron looked dashing, if he may so himself. The navy dress robes went amazing with his eyes, and the gold looked glorious with his hair.
But enough about how he looked, he better get down stairs or mum might throw a fit.
Ron stepped out of his room and practically paraded down the stairs, hoping to catch Hermione's eyes…..which were unfortunately not even in the room.
"Mum, you seen Mione?" Ron asked as he sat down next to his mother.
"Hmm, she is upstairs with Ginny….they look simply gorgeous in their bridesmaid dresses." Molly said dreamily.
Ron smirked, that was one thing he liked about a wedding, the out fits the girls would wear.
"Me and Harry are lucky men." He joked, smiling lightly at his mother.
"I'm so happy you finally found Hermione, you two are quite the couple." Molly said, twirling with her necklace. "I'm acting like a foolish mum, but I'm starting to imagine that you and Hermione are going to get married too one day." She admitted with a sheepish smile.
"And so do I, but I'm still young and we have a long road ahead of us." Ron said painfully, but managing to grin at his mother, hopefully convincing her that he was not even worried one bit about his future.
Molly nodded and got up and left her son to his breakfast.
Ron was halfway through when Fred and George came down too, wearing brilliant red dress robes that matched their hair perfectly.
"Good morning Ronniekins," they chorused as they spotted him.
"Don't you look extravagant? You'll certainly impress Auntie Muriel like that." Fred sniggered as he sat down next to his brother and fixed himself a sandwich.
"She'll smooch you till you faint with you looking so burly." George sighed, looking almost resentfully at Ron, but twinkle of humor in his eyes that annoyed the crap out of Ron.
"Tsssss, shut it will you? Mione might hear you." Ron snapped heatedly.
"Hear what?" Hermione's silky voice asked from the stairs.
"Nothing." Ron answered before Fred and George could open their mouths.
"Hmm, hmmm." Hermione replied, walking slowly down stairs, making Ron, Fred and George all look up and stare in awe.
"Mione, you look…..wow." Ron gaped, getting up and taking her hand.
Indeed she did; the soft blue, hugging dress matched her very well and her hair look fantastic too. No longer bushy and uncontrollable, but now it was tied to the back of her head with ringlets of English curls hanging playfully around her face.
"Thank you," she whispered as she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on his lips, "You look rather fine as well." She added to his lips.
"Oi, stop that drooling over each other, I just had breakfast and I'd like to keep it all in thank you very much." Fred said irritably.
"Sorry George," Ron mumbled as he guided Hermione over to a chair and seated her.
"Fred." Fred automatically corrected.
"What ever," Ron sighed, taking his own seat across from Hermione, watching her slightly dazzled.
"Other subject, where is Charlie, Harry, Ginny. Lupin, Tonks, Mum, Dad, Bill and Fleur?" George asked to no one in general.
"Mum and dad are changing." Ron answered.
"Ginny and Harry are snogging, same goes for Bill and Fleur…..Charlie is still up stairs and Lupin and Tonks are at the ministry decorating." Hermione finished.
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Hermione and Ginny were waiting with the other bridesmaids, most of them were French and were talking about god knows what. Well, Hermione knew what they were saying but wasn't bothered to repeat it to Ginny, the only subject that was important to these girls was make up.
"5 more minutes Mademoiselles!" a greasy ministry worker announced to them.
The French girls immediately started chattering excitedly while Hermione and Ginny hung their heads at the thought of waiting for 5 more forsaken minutes with these Barbie dolls.
Ginny looked at Hermione and then turned around to look at the rest of the room and blinked, "So much fucking baby blue in this room, I'm going mad." Ginny stated.
"I know." Hermione sighed, twirling absentmindedly with a curl.
"Oh stop fiddling with that, you look fine." Ginny spat, but friendly though.
"Sorry," Hermione said with a light blush, "Just thinking about Ron."
Ginny smiled for the first time all morning, "Aw, isn't that sweet."
"Oh fucking fantabulous."
"No need to be so moody, what's wrong?" Ginny asked slightly confused.
"Malfoy, the bloody brat said I looked like a pig with hypothermia in this dress."
"Don't believe him, he is just jealous because he is supposed to be dead and isn't allowed to go anywhere public."
"You're probably right."
"I know." Ginny replied with a grin.
"It is time. Now listen close." the same ministry worker proclaimed, "First down the isle is Bill Weasley, then his best man and brother Charlie Weasley. After that come Ron Weasley and Harry Potter bearing the rings. Now it is time for you ten. In couples you walk down the isle throwing rose petals, closely followed by Fleur Delacour and her father. Fleur's dress will be lifted by Fred and George Weasley, Gabrielle Delacour will walk with the flowers and last of all come Mr. and Mrs. Weasley with the legal contracts. Understood?" the little guy finished.
All the girls nodded in understanding and got into couples. Hermione and Ginny instantly paired and lined up last.
"I'm kind of excited." Hermione whispered to Ginny.
"Me too." Ginny said back.
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The music started and every one in the room turned excitedly towards the isle opening.
Bill Weasley paraded in looking thoroughly handsome, even with his face scratched and slightly blue, by his side stood the equally handsome Charlie. The men clapped politely while the woman ooeeeed and aaaahhhhdd. When the two men finished their walk, Ron and Harry arrived according to schedule, both balancing a small box in their right hand. As Ron and Harry reached halfway, it was time for the bridesmaids to prance their way down.
Now it was time for the men to be awe. All the girls were thin, long haired and fair. The baby blue suited them perfectly and they were walking in the exact same pace, throwing the petals at the exact same time. At last came Hermione and Ginny, the youngest of the ten, but both looked like angels, receiving dreamy smiles from Ron and Harry.
Right when Hermione and Ginny came past the third row, Fleur and her father Philippe appeared. Her father was not a very attractive man but Fleur certainly looked the part. She was in white and silver with pearls around her neck. Her hair was loose and slightly wavy, the noise died away and the air got sucked out of the room. At least according to the male population in the room. Time passed really slowly, a second seemed almost an age. They all got in a trance by her beauty until Fred and George's grinning faces appeared behind her.
The men snapped out of it and glanced apologetically at their wives or girl friends.
Fleur passed slowly down the petal scattered isle, she had a perfect smile on her face and was staring longingly at Bill. Fred and George followed her without a word, trying as hard as they could to keep straight faces.
But the highlight of isle trip was not Fleur but Gabrielle. She wasn't eight anymore, Hermione realized, but a ten year old who held incredible beauty. Her hair was longer then Fleur's because she probably had never cut it before, so it hang just above her behind. Her dress was light purple, making her look very different then anyone else. But it was her ten year-old sweetness that just made everyone go 'aaawwwwwwww', even though the girl looked extremely annoyed at that.
And finally, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have made it down the endless walk. People were finally allowed to sit down, and they did so gratefully.
Hermione looked around and recognized that they were in the main entrance of the ministry, the famous fountain was a few yards away from her and the reception desk was where she was standing.
"Ladies and Gentleman." A shrill voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned around and saw that the same man that was talking at Dumbledore's funeral was standing there ready to unite Bill and Fleur forever (Magical marriages are almost impossible to break, only if the couple hate each other truly are they allowed to leave the binding).
"Today we are gathered to witness the marriage of Bill Kenton Weasley and Fleur Eloise Delacour."
Bill and Fleur smiled at each other, taking each others hands and entwining them.
"Fleur, do you?" the old man beckoned to Fleur to step forward. "Take Bill Kenton Weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband; through sickness and in health, through poverty and in wealth, through magic and muggle, through home and travel; till death do you part?"
Fleur looked at Bill one more time and said clearly, "I do."
"And Bill, do you take Fleur Eloise Delacour to be your lawfully wedded wife; through sickness and in health, through poverty and in wealth, through magic and muggle, through home and travel; till death do you part?"
Bill smiled as wide as he could without hurting his scared face, "I certainly do."
"You may tip wands." The man finished, coughing a small cough to clear his throat.
Ron and Harry stepped forward with two wands and around each wand was a ring.
Fleur and Bill each took their wands and stepped forward, allowing the tips to touch right where the rings dangled.
A huge series of lights erupted from the wands and rings, white and red with light pink filling the hall. A thunder of "Yeahs" and "Bravos" filled the room along with the traditional clapping.
Hermione heard Ginny whistle and Ron doggy howl, she turned to her friend with a confused look on her face, "What does that mean?" she asked Ginny who was prancing up and down cheering.
"The lights that come from the rings and wands mean something. Dark red means passionate love, purple means plain passion, red means plain love, pink and white mean true love….Fleur and Bill are meant for each other!" Ginny exclaimed with a smile.
As the light began to fade, Bill and Fleur stepped closer to each other. Sealing their marriage with kiss.
Hermione looked past them and locked eyes with Ron's. "I love you." She said with silent words. Ron smiled and blowed a kiss of thousand words.
So maybe the journey wont be so bad after all, as long as we will be together, we will be fine….right?
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Okay, I'm sorry that this wasn't funny or anything…but that bloody journey had to start someday right? Well, you will find out what Voldemort's plans are along the way…anyways, I'm still wondering if I should let Fred and George join the journey….probably not but I'll see what you have to say about it.