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Chapter 4: A Slip of the Tongue

Twenty chairs were set up in the garden, divided by a narrow brick path that ran from the back of the Burrow to a small gazebo that Charlie had conjured for the occasion. Bill was standing in front of and to the right of the minister, looking like he was very close to throwing up. Soft music was playing from an unseen organ and the bridesmaids proceeded down the aisle, Ginny escorted by Charlie, followed by Gabrielle and Ron. Ron still had a sour look on his face as though he couldn't believe he had to be a groomsman. At the end of the path, both pairs parted company, Ginny and Gabrielle standing off to the left with a space for Fleur and Charlie and Ron on the other side of Bill. The music melted into the wedding march and the guests all stood to turn toward the back door.

"Are you nervous?" Harry whispered to the beautiful woman on his arm.

"Very. I almost called of the wedding, I was so nervous," she answered. Harry started to chuckle. "What is so funny?" Fleur demanded.

"Bill almost called off the wedding too, but I talked him out of it."

Now Fleur was giggling along with him. "Bill and I really are perfect for each other, aren't we? We are very lucky to have you and Hermione making sure we don't do anything stupid to ruin our wedding day."

"It's nice of you to say that." Harry kissed Fleur on the cheek and left her standing next to Bill while Harry moved to his place between Bill and Ron. Bill and Fleur turned to the minister as he began to speak.

"Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour, in presenting yourselves here today to be joined in marriage, you perform an act of faith. This faith can grow and develop and last, but only if you both decide to make it so. A lasting and growing love is not guaranteed by any ritual. If you would have the foundation of your marriage be the devotion you have for one another, not just at this moment, but for all the days to come, then treasure the hopes and dreams that you bring here today. Establish that your love will never be blotted out by the common nor obscured by the ordinary in life. Faults will surface where now you find comfort, and admiration can be shattered by the routine of daily life.

"Dedication, love, and joy can grow only when you nourish them together. Stand fast in that hope and confidence, having faith in your shared destiny just as strongly as you have faith in yourselves and in one another today. Only with this spirit can you forge a union that will strengthen and endure all the days of your lives."

"I, Bill Weasley, take you, Fleur Delacour, as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us." Bill placed a ring on Fleur's finger and continued. "Fleur, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of God."

"I, Fleur Delacour, take you, Bill Weasley, as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us." Fleur repeated Bill's actions and completed her vows. "Bill, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of God.

"Are there any present that have an objection to this union?"

"I have an objection!"

"Ron! You can't object to this wedding because Bill didn't let you be his best man!" Mrs. Weasley yelled furiously from her seat on the front row.

"Mum, that's not why I'm objecting. I object…because Harry and Fleur are having an affair!"

A collective gasp rose from the assembled guests.

"Ron, what would make you say something so hurtful?" Fleur almost whispered, her eyes welling up with tears.

"How could you even think that I would have an affair with Fleur? I'm in love with your sister, for crying out loud."

"You are?" Ron, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley all said at the same time. There was another collective gasp from the audience and everybody turned to look at Harry.

"Of course I am. She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I can't even imagine my life without her. Why would I risk her to have a fling with the future wife of my future brother-in-law, a wizard considerably larger and stronger than I am?"

"But you kissed her. We all saw you." There was a general murmur of assent as Harry shook his head in frustration.

"It was entirely platonic, like kissing a cousin or sister. Now that she's married to Bill, she kind of is my sister. You Weasleys are more like family than any relatives I've ever known."

Mrs. Weasley jumped up and pulled Harry into a bone-crushing hug. Ginny rushed over and began swatting her mother on the back until she let go of Harry. Ginny then promptly took Mrs. Weasley's place wrapped around Harry. "Please continue," she said to the minister in a soft voice.

"Certainly. With this statement made of love and trust, which we have just heard, I now wish you to greet Bill Weasley and Fleur Weasley as husband and wife. May this day shine eternally in your lives. May it add brilliance to every achievement and cast a divine light over any misfortune. May you care for each other in all sadness. May you give cheer to each other. May you give vitality to each other in all undertakings. May all that is virtuous, beautiful and honest, remain with you always. You may now kiss the bride"

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Chapter number 4, and isn't it a beauty? I won't set another review limit, mainly because I suspect not posting hurts me more than it hurts my readers, but also because you didn't reach it last time. Expect Chapter 5 in about a week. I love you all!