Disclaimer: If I honestly owned Harry Potter would I really be writing this? I think not.
Chapter two
That night at dinner
"Hermione, tell everyone the good news," Mrs. Weasley said, as she gave Fleur a death glare.
Hermione gave Mrs. Weasley a look that said 'I don't want to do this,' before finally announcing to everyone, "I'm one of Fleur's bridesmaids."
"You are?" Ron said stifling a laugh.
"Yes, Ronald. Isn't that lovely," Hermione said, despite herself.
"You know, Ron, you will be walking 'er down zee isle," Fleur said. The Fred and George started humming the wedding march. Mr. Wealey shot them a look as Ron and Hermione both said, "Shut UP!"
"What, weddingz are a time for love," Fleur said innocently. Bill whispered something in her ear, and then she said, "I'm zorry, I juz zought zat—oh never mind."
Out side:
"Zo, zey zay, zat zey don't like eechothezer but zey are clearly madely een love!" Fleur said, as she put the last ribbon on a pew, to Bill.
"Pretty much. It's been like this since…well forever, but it was really obvious in third year. And now Fred and George have had it, and want to just tell them that they can use their room for a good snog, and well for the rest of us, we keep our comments and thoughts to ourselves," Bill explained.
"All I 'ave to zay ees zat zay better ztart dating or my name eezn't Fleur Gabriella Delacour!" Fleur said as she stood up.
"Well sundown tomorrow, it won't be," Bill said.
"What do you mean! Yez eet will!" Fleur said.
"I'm saying, that they won't be together by sundown tomorrow. Care to challenge me on that?" Bill said.
"Yez, I would!" Fleur said as she kissed her husband to be.
"One day at a qudditch game, is what you owe me when you loose," He said confidently.
"Don't bee zo zure. When I win, you owe me one…one 'our of cuddleing," Fleur said with a wicked grin on her face.
"BILL FLEUR! HELP ME BRING OUT THE FLOWERS!" Mr. Weasley said from the Burrow.