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The big day is finally here. The wedding. I was expecting the morning to be exciting, not frustrating. Then again, if you're a bridesmaid and the best friend of the bride, the morning of the wedding is always frustrating. You either a) got yelled at by every woman in the house, b) lose your shoes c) got asked to fix someone's tie d) have younger children begging you to play with them, or e) be placed on the food watch. All this happened to yours truly this morning.
We all apparated from the hotel to the Burrow at 7 o'clock in the morning. The wedding is at 11. Why do we need four hours to get ready, I wondered. I thought that everyone would still be sleeping or something. Boy, was I wrong.
Once we got to the Burrow, everyone, especially Alicia and Mrs. Weasley were running around the house. The bridesmaids were sent to Ginny's old room, while the groomsmen were sent to Fred and George's old room. Inside Ginny's room, we decided to get me ready first. With a flick of Angelina's cousin Michelle's wand, my hair looked simply stunning (don't mean to brag or anything). It was curled and put up in a half-pony tail. Simple, yet seemed elegant. My light brown hair looked shiny and I wish I could have it like this everyday. Then, it was Angelina's turn. At first I wondered why they're getting me ready first, and that's because they were going to put me on the food watch. Great.
The women sent me to the kitchen, where all the food was either being cooked or set on the table. They seemed delicious, and they're teasing me so I can get some. No. Must not get the pie. No...Katie, the pie is for the wedding. But maybe a little piece won't hurt...No, you're supposed to be watching them! And see, that's what I have to go through for about FOUR hours. With some interruptions, or else I would be bored to tears.
At about 8:30, the pie was really teasing me, so I thought that maybe I should take a little bite. Just when my fingers almost touch the sweet, delicious pie...
"KATHERINE CHARLOTTE BELL! STEP AWAY FROM THAT PIE!" yelled Alicia. Scared the life out of me.
"Sorry, I thought there was a bug there so..." I lied through my teeth. Alicia seems disgusted.
"Ew...that's so unhealthy!" scowled Alicia, "anyway, just wasnted to ask you...where are your shoes?" she asked, looking at my sandals-wearing feet.
"Alicia, the wedding is in three and a half hours! Do you want my feet to swell like a balloon by then?" I said sarcatically.
"Just don't forget to put them on," she said. She left the kitchen and left me alone. Until about 9, when two redheaded little boys came running to me. Percy's kid, Percy Jr., and Charlies's youngest son, Anthony. They were in their little suits and about 10 years old.
"Katie! Wanna play hide and seek with us?" asked Anthony excitedly.
"Sorry, boys, I'm on the foodwatch," I said. They put on those cute little puppy face that just makes it hard for me to say no.
"Fine, I'll count to ten. One..." I said at last. They ran to hide and I stopped counting. About 10 minutes later, they came to me again with annoyed faces.
"Katie, in the game of hide and seek, you actually have to seek the people who hide," said Percy Jr. Uggh!
"Look, guys, you have a lot of cousins! Go play with one of them!" I said.
"We can't. Karen and Jennifer said they're too old to play," said Anthony.
"You can never be too old to play hide and seek," I replied.
"We said that already, but they told us to go away instead. And Kevin and Richelle are with Dad, going on patrol on the backyard," said Anthony.
"What for?" I asked. I bet Alicia put Charlie to this.
"We don't know. And Kelly just said no, no, and no. And Andrew and Lauren are only a year old," explained Anthony. Greeeeaaaatttt.
"You know what, why don't you guys just keep me company? Watch the food with me," I said. Hey, at least I won't be alone.
"Is that your job?" asked Percy Jr.
"Apparently so," I said in an exasperated voice.
"Well, since you have the lamest job ever, we'll stay with you," said Anthony, beaming. That is so true. Thanks, boys.
We stayed in the kitchen for what seemed like forever, and before we knew it, it's already 10:30. Ever since the boys are on patrol with me, I'm sure every woman in this house had come to the kitchen and yelled at me because I wasn't wearing my shoes. And for putting the boys in patrol with me. Which is not good, because we finished half of the ice cream bucket. Thankfully, the ice cream isn't a part of the wedding menu. But we still got admonished.
Oliver came by with an unfinished tie. This is the second time I've seen him today, can you imagine? Not being able to see your boyfriend for four hours and knowing that you are in the same house? But at last, he came to pull me out of my misery. Or so I thought.
"Hey Kates," he said. He pulled my to a kiss, which was interrupted by "Eeew"s by two redheaded munchkins.
"Can you fix my tie?" he asked. Men. So I reached over and fixed it for him. He gave me a kiss for a thank-you. Again, interrupted by 'ew's. We flirted around a bit, and by the fourth 'ew' we heard, the boys ran (literally) away from the kitchen, screaming "My eyes!" hysterically. Oliver and I just laughed.
Fifteen minutes until the wedding. Oliver and I fooled around in the kitchen (get your minds out of the gutter!) after the boys left. Thank goodness he was there, or else I would've finished that pie. After the ice cream, I'm still hungry. I didn't eat breakfast, and I had to share the ice cream with two Weasleys. Do you think I got a lot to eat? Not really. Anyway, Oliver left,because then Ron and Harry were sent to fetch him to get ready and help out with moving the sofa. They needed some space in the living room, but why can't they just levitate it? Then again, there are children in the house and they might ask them to repeat it again and you'll have chaos. Anyway...I was observing the kitchen again until...
"KATIE! WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES!" screamedAlicia. Oh, right. My shoes.
"Well, I had to watch the food..." I defended myself.
"It's fine! Everyone's out already, so go fetch your shoes!" barked Alicia. Geez. Angry pregnant women are really really scary. I left the room in search for my shoes. I apparated to Ginny's room and looked, but my shoes weren't there. I panicked. Oh. My. God. I'm gonna die.
Nine minutes. I have nine minutes to find my shoes. WHERE ARE THEY! I looked everywhere! I asked everyone! Well...not everyone. Everyone excluding Alicia and Angelina and Mrs. Weasley. They can be downright scary at these kind of times. WHERE THE HELL ARE MY SHOES!
Seven minutes. No sight of shoes. Dear Merlin...
Five minutes...This is my death wish: Tell Oliver I love him very very much. Tell Angelina that she can have my dark denim jacket.
Three minutes. Shooooooeeees! WHERE ARE YOU?
"KATIE! HURRY UP, WE'RE READY TO START!" screamed Angelina. This is it. The moment of truth. I headed to where the door is to find a nervous looking Angelina. She looked at me, then my feet.
"WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES?" she cried, "YOU'RE RUINING MY WEDDING! HOW COULD YOU, KATIE! AFTER ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER! AFTER ALL HOGWARTS! HOW COULD...". But then Oliver, Ron, and Harry came along to settle things.
"Angelina, relax. Ok? Relax," said Ron. Thank you, Ron.
"Why don't you just summon it, Katie?" suggested Harry. Good thinking, Harry.
"Accio shoes" I said, as I raised my wand. You see, I was expecting my shoes to come from somewhere in the house. Not from the outside ofthe house. The shoes came flying down the aisle, through the door, hitting Percy's head (Sorry Percy!), and to my feet. We all looked curiously outside, and found Fred and George, laughing hysterically. Hardy-har-har. Alicia looks furious, Angelina looked ready to kill, Hermione and Ginny were very annoyed, but Harry, Ron, and Oliver were laughing. Percy's fine, but I bet his head hurts now.
The music was heard, and everyone stood up. One by one, we stepped down the aisle slowly. I was making sure I look okay, andI clung to Oliver's arm. It was our turn to walk. So we did, slowly and as gracefully as possible. Everyone was there and it was just really a magical event. We got to the middle of the aisle until...
"Katie!" hissed Oliver. We kept on walking and put on our smiling faces as if nothing had happened. I sort of, kind of, forgot to tie the straps of my shoes tightly and now the straps are loose. Crap! Oliver pointed it out and told me to walk carefully. I tried as hard as I could.
Finally. Reached the aisle. Now I just have to walk over to the side that's reserved for the bridesmaids...whoa!
I sort of tripped. Sort of. I didn't fall on my butt or face but still. I can hear people snickering. I can feel myself going red. This has got to be the most embarassing moment in my history of being a bridesmaid!
Angelina and her father walked down the aisle. She looked beautiful. Amazing. She's in a white dress with some sequins on the bottom. Her veil went down to her back, and she had her hair in curls. She looked like Cinderella, the muggle fairy tale that my mum used to tell me of when I was little. Fred is a lucky man.
The ceremony went on as planned. Nothing went wrong, and it was just a special moment. I don't even care that I was in heels, in pain. It was too good to be passed on. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were crying, along with Angelina, Alicia, Angelina's mum, Angelina's sister, and me. Fred looked like he was ready to bawl too.
They sealed the deal with a soft kiss, and they walked down the aisle again as Mr. and Mrs. Fred Weasley. It was nice to see my best friends finally be happy together. They totally deserved it.
The reception isn't insix hours, so I hadsix hours of freetime. It was nice, because I can stay outside this time, and with Oliver. We sat under the big tree by the lake in the Weasleys' backyard. It was quiet and peaceful, away from the outside world. I took off my heels and leaned on Oliver. He loosened his tie and took a deep cleansing breath. It was nice and peaceful. And it was just the two of us, hanging out.
"Nice wedding, wasn't it?" he asked me. I nodded.
"I really love you, Katie," he said. I turned my face to face his smiling one.
"And I really love you," I said. His grin went wider and he kissed me. It was a great, long, passionate kiss. Everytime he kisses me, it's always better than the last.
"You know what's weird?" he suddenly said.
"What?"
"The only person that I know of who's been a groomsman after he got married is Bill," he said. O...kay.
"Well, he's the oldest," I said logically.
"Yeah, but then like George. He's about our age, but he's only been a groomsman only six times before he got married. I've been a groomsman for about 10 times and yet I'm still not married. And I'm older than him, mind you," he said. I kind of see his point.
"I've been a bridesmaid for at least 12 times and yet I'm not married either. It's weird, isn't it?" I replied.
"Yep. It's like everyone we know has gotten married or pregnant or reproduced. Especially George and Alicia. Any ideas of how their baby will turn out to be?" he asked as he chuckled.
"That's one bad-tempered kid. And he or she'll be a great shopper too. And a really good prankster," I added.
"With really good Quidditch skills," he said. I nodded. We laughed...don't know exactly for what, but we just did.
"And maybe one day if we have kids, they'll have the best Quidditch skills in the entire wizarding world," he said. We? as in...us?
"Huh?" was all I managed to say. He didn't say anything, but I can feel the mood to become serious now.
"Katie...I, uh...Okay. I know we haven't been together for long. Not even three days..." he said. Is he doing what I think he's doing?
"Are you proposing to me?" I blurted.
"In a way, yes. But we'll see what happen. One day, when it's definitely time, I'll propose again. We'll make it more...official," he said. YES!
"Okay," I squeaked happily. Wait...I did not just squeak. I sound like a chipmunk!
"So this is just...let's call this a promise. That we'll be together no matter what," he added. Did I just die? Because this feels like heaven.
"Then I promise," I added, looking at him. He's gorgeous. You gotta love that dirty blonde hair of his, especially with those brownish eyes. And let's not forget the sexy Scottish accent we all love!
"And I definitely promise too," he whispered. We smiled at each other, and kissed. Long...passionate kiss near a peaceful lake. Romantic or what! We chatted some more, walked around the lake, and sat back down underneath the tree. I think we fell asleep, because before I knew it, noises were heard from far away. Like party noises.
"Katie! Katie! Oliver!" cried a female voice. It was Richelle, Charlie's one and only 15 year old. She found us behind the tree.
"Oh, well, sorry to interrupt," she said, when she found us. Oliver and I quickly woke up, pulled apart from each other and blushed like crazy.
"It's okay, Richelle, it's fine," I assured her.
"It's just that Grandma and Aunt Angelina wants to know where you are. They need you right away, because the reception is about to start," she informed us. She looked a bit red, too. Great, I think we just scarred her for life. But how can we? It's not like we're her parents or anything. And we weren't doing 'it' either. We were fully clothed! And we said that 'that' can wait until we got married.
"Thanks, Richelle, we're coming," said Oliver. We got on our feet and put on our shoes. I'm in heels. Again. Don't get me wrong, I love shoes, but heels and I don't get along very well. I much prefer flats.
We took our time walking up to the Burrow, and once we got there the living room seemed like it had recived a new decoration. It looked huge...like a ballroom. The sofas were gone, and so were Mr. Weasley's collections of muggle things. It seemed like Bill had done a great job transfiguring this place. Bill was always really good at transfiguration.
We chatted with one another until Angelina and Fred made their way in. Then, that was when the party really got started. Oliver and I danced through most of the songs (he's really a great dancer), and we plopped down on our seats once we were tired. The food was unbelievably delicious, then again, it's Mrs. Weasley. She's one of the best chef on the planet, I'll admit that.
By the middle of the party, Ron looked like he was nothing but sober, and Hermione was furious. They had to excuse themselves, and Percy's daughter, Kelly, is looking after their kids. Later Hermione came back, with a much sober-looking Ron. She must've put some charm on him. And later on, Alicia and George were surrounded by women who asked them about he baby, just to confirm that the news was genuine. They looked very happy, and they are two of those people who deserve to be happy together.
After a while of just talking (with kisses in between) and sitting down, Oliver and I realized that it was getting late. It's unbelievable how fast five hours can go. We came up to Fred and Angelina, said goodbye to them, and wished them the best. Then, Oliver and I apparated home to our little flat.
It's great to be back home, because we are currently extremely tired.
I went to my room to take off my dress and put on my pyjamas, simple tee-shirt and my monkey pants. Don't you just love monkey pants? They're so cute! Anyway, I erased my make up and let down my hair. The curling charm is wearing off, and I went out to the living room to get my magazine. I couldn't find the magazine, but I did find a sexy shirtless Scottish lad in the living room, laying on the sofa. I wanted to have some fun, so I laid myself on top of him. He looked down to me and smiled.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," I said back.
"What're you up to?" he asked me.
"Nah, nothing. Just laying on top of you. You?" I said. He smiled at me.
"Not much, just laying underneath you," he replied back. I smiled at him and we just started laughing. He hugged me and I laid my head on his chest.
"Are you sleepy?" he asked me. I nodded my head, and he added, "me too."
"So what are we gonna do?" I asked.
"I can think of a few things," he winked at me,"like sleep. New shirt?"
"Glad you noticed," I said, smiling.
"Of course. With little pink monkeys on them," he said.
"Gotta love the monkeys," I replied. He nodded and kissed me.
"Now what?" I asked.
"Now you get up, and," I got up and he lifted me and carried me to my room. He gently placed me on my bed and pull my covers up. He kissed my forehead and smiled.
"Night, Kates," he said. I don't want him to go. And now, he can stay and no one's going to say anything if they found us on one bed together.
"Can you stay?" I asked him. He smiled and plopped next to me.
What more can I ask for? Everything's just great now. And I mean it. Finally, I got him.
Ta-da!
Sorry for the long wait. My computer totally broke down and I just got it back. And I wanted to make this the longest chapter, and I hope you're all satisfied with this story and the ending. Please review one last time and this time, flames are acceptable. Thanks to all who has read this story and gave me some feedbacks. I love you all!
Missmunky.