Chapter 8:­ The Marriage of Three

Ron smiled as he saw a RSVP from Hermione and Draco. He walked into the living room where everyone was sitting and handed it to George—he had been roped into taking care of the RSVPs for the wedding—who smiled as he unrolled the scroll. He read it and blinked. "Does anyone mind if Jessica Granger, Hermione's mom, come to the wedding?"

Molly cocked her head to one side and asked softly, "Why, George?"

"Hermione asked if her mother could come… since she is staying with Draco and herself at the Hall."

"I don't mind, I know your father and I would like a few more people our age to talk to at the reception… but Jessica will need a formal robe of appropriate colour. Fred dear, write your guest a reply." Fred did as told as George marked down three for Malfoy. Oliver smirked and looked over to Ron.

"So, Ron… are you going to bring a date to the wedding?"

Molly, Fred, George, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, and—of course—Ron gasped in shock. Ron hadn't even thought about even considering having a date at the wedding what with class, dates and preparations he hadn't even thought about it. "What…Oliver?"

"You still haven't told us if you're going to be sitting alone or if you're going to have Blaise with you. Well…?"

"I haven't talked to him about it… I've been busy with class."

Oliver smirked; "Are you going to ask him?" Ron froze. In truth he hadn't thought that Blaise would be allowed to come, so he really hadn't thought about asking him to come. He also didn't think that any of his relatives would have been happy to see that every boy in the family was gay. "Do you really think that we wouldn't want him to come?"

"It's not that Oliver…"

Fred frowned. "Are you afraid of what the rest of our family will do when they see your date is a guy?"

"Slightly…"

"To hell with them, bro, be happy on a happy occasion. Ask him to come today during class," Ginny exclaimed. Ron nodded and went upstairs to grab his textbook. He left grinning.

"Ron, did you think that today's lesson on fusion was interesting?"

"It wasn't bad, Blaise."

"Do you want to get a late lunch before you head home?"

"Sure." Ron followed Blaise into a small restaurant and sat down besides him. After they ordered some pop, Barks Root Beer, Blaise wanted to try something new. Blaise looked at Ron. "Blaise…"

"What is it; you've been looking at me strangely all day."

Ron sighed. "You know that my brothers are getting married in a week, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I was wondering if you would like to join me…" Ron paused, "I mean, would you like to come and…" Ron blushed, "ahh, bloody hell…would you be my date?"

Blaise smiled. "After the six weeks we've been dating, you still have trouble asking me out… I'd love to be your date." Blaise gave a gasp in mock-horror. "Oh, my… what are we going to wear…? I'll have to take you shopping so we both look good…" he smirked, "after lunch?"

Ron sighed; he should have known Blaise would say that. "Of course, Blaise… you'd have it no other way."

"George! You've a RSVP from Hogwarts… Looks like Harry's handwriting." Molly called as George walked into the kitchen. Fred and Oliver were on his heels.

Ginny blushed hotly and ran to George as he opened the letter. He read it aloud after several examinations. "Dear Fred, George and Oliver:

I will of course be at your wedding, but I have to ask you a question. Though it said in the invitation that I could bring a date I thought that I should run my date past you first…I wanted to know if my date could be Severus Snape.

Yes, I know you're not fond of him but we've been dating since the end of the year. Ask Ron about it later… If you don't want him to come then mark me as a single. Tell me either way, thanks… Harry."

"Harry and Severus Snape, is something wrong…?"

Ginny laughed and wrapped George in a big hug. "They're cute together… so… can he come with Harry or are you going to be a spoilsport?"

Oliver looked at his husbands-to-be and smiled. "I'm fine with Severus coming; that is if these two are alright with it. I never had a problem with him." George smiled and looked at his twin. He nodded and began to write back telling Harry that his reservation was for two.

Molly laughed as she saw Fred seal the reply; she knew that he couldn't stand his former potions-master. He glared at the letter and then handed it to Hedwig, "Take this to Harry, but please… get out of the room before he opens it." He grinned, Hedwig would tell Harry about his warning and Harry would suspect it to explode… but, it was truly only a reply, nothing attached that was dangerous except Harry's emotional outburst. She flew off and he sighed. "How many people have RSVP-ed, George?"

"More people then I think we could ever know… and some. I'm guessing about six hundred and seventy three; including this entire household… along with ninety-eight unanswered invitations."

Molly and Oliver shuddered. "Ninety-eight unanswered with only a week till the wedding… oh my... six hundred and seventy-three already reserved. Ginny, we'll have to go to London and pick up a few things. I don't have enough food for everyone at this rate."

Molly started to fret about the kitchen, trying to figure out what else was needed. Ron and Blaise walked in and smiled. George and Fred turned to look at their brother while Oliver spoke. "So, Blaise, are you going to be at our wedding?"

Blaise smiled and looked at Ron, who blushed. "I wouldn't miss it…" he trailed off. He was watching Molly and scanning the list that she now held.

"Boys," Molly inquired of the three soon-to-be's. "I don't know how to tell you this, but your father and I cannot front the bill of any more food and we don't have enough as it is… Oliver, I don't want to ask this of you but is there anything you and your family can do?"

He thought a few moments. "I could get at least fifty Galleons, but no more then seventy… My accounts are low at the moment."

Molly sighed. "I'll have to bargain shop again… whatever you can chip in will be wonderful Oliver… I'm sorry for asking you."

"Don't worry about it, Molly," Oliver said as he threw his cloak on. "I'll go and see what I can get. I'll be back later."

Blaise frowned and looked at Ron. He whispered, "Having money trouble?"

Ron just nodded and looked at his mother. "I'm sure I could borrow a little from a mutual friend, mom."

"Leave Harry out of this, Ron."

"Yes, mom," Ron answered softly, bowing his head.

"How much are you short, Mrs. Weasley?" Blaise asked quietly.

She sighed and looked over to him. "It's nothing to concern yourself about, Blaise."

Blaise smiled. "Beside the point, how much do you still need?"

Molly glared at Blaise as she answered, "About three hundred and twenty-eight Galleons."

Blaise smiled and waved his hand. George's eyes grew as a pouch landed in his hands. "Take what you need out of that and everything else will be a gift to the three of you for your wedding."

He nodded as he quickly sorted out the expenses and then gasped as he saw exactly how much was still in the pouch. "Surely you don't mean everything left is for us, Blaise, we couldn't accept it."

Molly raised her eyebrows and looked to see the amount left in the bag. She screeched. "I mean it, George, Fred; that is my gift to you and Oliver… yes, I do know that there is about seven hundred galleons left in that pouch. Just say thank you and put that away until the reception."

Ron smiled. He should have known that Blaise would help as much as he could. He nearly started laughing when Oliver walked in and saw the still shocked expressions on his lovers' faces. "What is it…?"

Fred just pointed to the pouch and dropped his jaw. Oliver looked over Fred's shoulder and gasped, instantly looking at Blaise. "Your wedding gift Oliver, from me… save it until the reception."

"But we could use it now…"

Blaise shook his head and looked over to the other pile of galleons. "No you couldn't use it; you have all the funds there." Fred, George, and Oliver smiled as did Blaise and Ron.

Molly screeched and glared at her youngest son. He shrank against Blaise. "Ronald Weasley!"

"Yes, mom," his voice asked softly, trembling slightly.

"What are you going to wear to your brothers' wedding?"

Blaise and Ron exhaled. Blaise answered. "You'll have to wait to see on the wedding day, but I can assure you that it is defiantly formal and appropriate."

Everyone was gathered around the magnificent arch that the three grooms would stand under during the ceremony. There were only two hours until sunrise. There was still about two hours before the service was to be preformed. Albus and Minerva stood laughing with Molly, Arthur, Severus, and Jessica. They were all shocked to hear that Jessica was actually a squib instead of a Muggle. They also thought that she looked good in Wizarding robes.

Jessica laughed and looked over to Harry, Blaise, Ron, Draco, and Hermione. All four boys looked alike; they all wore the same style of robe but the colours were different. Draco wore green, of course. Harry wore ruby, which Jessica found out Severus had picked. Ron was wearing a navy blue, while Blaise wore black. Everyone was wearing a silver undershirt. On top of that was the black under-robe. If it hadn't been for the silver undershirt Blaise would have looked rather bleak.

Jessica looked back to her companions. Severus also wore a deep emerald green. Arthur had worn a very deliberate steel grey; while Molly wore a magnificent shade of Royal Purple… being that she was the mother of two of the grooms. Minerva wore the other type of tight-robe style in a surprisingly dazzling mauve; Albus wore two shades darker.

Molly screeched as she saw her daughter walk over with her, until now, unnamed date. Seamus Finnigan looked rather astounding in sapphire, as did her daughter who was wearing a gown like Hermione's. Ginny curtsied to her parents and introduced them to her escort. He bowed deeply and then led Ginny off to where Hermione was standing.

Molly sighed; she had hoped that Remus would have been able to come but being that tonight was the full moon, he decided that he would have to stay away. Albus smiled and laughed as he saw Bill and Charlie; they were both wearing a blue grey that was slightly shocking over every other section of black. They all started to talk about the wedding that was about to take place when, as it was only about twenty minuets until the ceremony started, an owl swooped down and dropped a letter into Albus' out-stretched hands. He frowned.

"This is bad," he whispered to Minerva who was looking at it over his arm. "We've both been called to a meeting with the Minister in fifteen minuets. We have no choice but to go… Molly, tell them that I'm sorry but the Minister has called Minerva and I into a meeting that we're required to go to."

Molly's eyes grew. "What are we going to do then Albus? You are they only one with an Order of Merlin here and someone with that status must wed them… it's the only way to be legal… What are we going to do…?"

Albus seemed to look off into the distance but in truth he was looking at Severus. "Please, do this for me old friend…?"

"All right, I'll do it, let me go get my things…" Severus whispered as he Apperated out of the clearing.

"Severus will make things better; he'll find someone for you… Minerva, let's go." Albus and Minerva Apperated quietly to the Ministry.

Molly shuddered and looked around. "Sometimes I hate the Minister, Arthur."

"I know, but there's nothing we can do."

Severus appeared in front of them, causing both of them to gasp. Severus was wearing an Order of Merlin badge and had his First Class sash on. He grumbled and then smirked at them. "I only agreed out of courtesy to do this. I hate letting people know that I have an Order of Merlin."

Harry looked up, and seeing the uncomfortable look on his lover's face, walked over. "Severus, are you all right?" his voice was soft.

Severus smiled and looked at Harry. "Why don't you go see how the boys are doing, Harry. I'd like to get this ceremony finished as quickly as possible." Harry nodded, and looking at Severus improved outfit, he knew that Severus was going to marry his friends. Severus stood next to the wall of the arch and waited for the three boys to walk down the long and wavy aisle. When they arrived in black and gold robes, he smiled warmly; at least as warmly as Severus knew how and raised his hands. Everyone looked up and went silent.

"Friends and Family, we are gathered here today to celebrate a unity between Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Oliver Wood. Merlin and the goddess have blessed this day by granting such beauty to surface and glitter about these young men. They have been blessed with the gift of love and thus they have gathered us here today.

"Would you like to say your own vows, gentlemen?"

The three boys nodded and Fred and George turned to Oliver. George and Fred spoke in unity. "Oliver, after much thought we realized that the only way to give you our vow was at the same time. We love you and have since we met you, at first we thought that maybe you thought that there was only one of us because when we met you we were way too similar for comfort. Now though, we know that you saw us as us and we want to emphasize that we will always love you and will always be there for you…"

Oliver smiled. "You'll have to be patient; I couldn't come up with a single vow. Fred, when we met you were raiding the potion books in the library and I helped you and started laughing when you told me what potion you were looking for. I learned then that you were someone who was imaginative, and mischievous, and I enjoyed listening to your ideas. Over the years you have showed me so many things that I will never be able to explain. I love you and want to be with you always.

"George, I had asked you for help on my transfiguration essay. You were delighted to have someone older than you ask for your help. You've always had a passion for learning and rival Fred's mischievousness. That combination intrigued me and made me realize that being too serious would end up being bad for my health. It showed me that I loved you for not being like most everyone else I knew and so I knew that I needed you always in my life.

"I've always loved you both and would be delighted if you would stay with me for the rest of our lives."

Severus smiled; knowing that that was the end of Oliver's vow. "May the union of these three wizards be enduring and joyful and blessed with…" Severus paused, thinking of a way to finish that sentence, "may you be blessed with wonderful adopted children. If anyone can see why these three should not be married, please speak…" Severus let his voice fade, waiting. Nothing was uttered, "then with the power given to me…" Severus smirked. "I now pronounce you: Man, Husband, and Groom. You may kiss…" Severus just gave up and faded off; they had gotten the idea. They all kissed each other simultaneously.

Cheers erupted from the congregation. Oliver pulled out of the kiss first and looked at Severus. "Thank you for marring us, Severus."

"Your quite welcome, Oliver." I can stand you.

George turned to look at their guests and smiled. "I would like to say a few words before we go to our banquet." Fred and Oliver smiled. "Today I have gained a husband, and I have also… no we have also been given the chance to open not only our dream Joke Shop but also our own Quidditch shop in Hogsmead. So, shall we go to lunch?"

Oliver smirked. Everyone waved their hands and then their chairs floated over to the tables for the banquet. "Unlike our former esteemed Headmaster, I'll just say one thing… Let's eat." The cuisine appeared on the table and everyone sat down in their spot.

After they had eaten, Ron stood. "I'd like to make a toast," Ron smiled at his brothers, "I've only one thing to say: Don't let too many ideas explode in your faces, don't fall off the broom, and whatever you do, don't forget each other."

The three of them smiled and chuckled. "Thanks Ron," Fred responded.

Draco cleared his throat and everyone turned to look at him, many slightly shocked that he wished to speak. "Je ton amour dernier toujours, mon ami, et je tu chérir ton vivre ensemble éternel." (May your love last always, my friends, and may you cherish your lives together eternally.)

Oliver chuckled; it figured that Draco would toast them in French. After a few other toasts, George wandered over to speak to their aunt. Fred looked into Oliver's eyes and smirked. "Shall we get George and dance, Oliver?"

Oliver chuckled. The three of them dance, together, for a formal song; "Hell yea," Oliver whispered into Fred's ear. They both stood and walked over towards George. Fred turned and started talking to the DJ. And as he nodded, Oliver put his hand on George's shoulder. "Is it customary to ignore one's own husband on their wedding day?"

George cringed. Fred and Oliver were up to something. "Not at all, love… I was just telling my aunt how we played our first game of Quidditch with you."

Oliver grinned and then lowered his eyes. "Oh, all right, George. I'm sorry for interrupting you…" Oliver turned and started back towards his seat. Fred started towards Oliver, concern written on his face.

George sighed. "Sorry, but I think if I don't get over there now, I will most likely be in serious trouble." She nodded and he walked off towards his husbands.

Oliver leaned against Fred, crying softly. George came within hearing range so he sobbed softly, "Maybe he really doesn't love me…"

George's eyes grew. He was in serious trouble… beyond serious trouble. He came up behind Oliver and wrapped his arms around them both. "How could you think that I don't love you, Oliver?" Oliver just sniffed and Fred glared at his brother. George grinned; oh, they're playing that game again. "Would you join me for a dance…?"

Oliver sighed and looked at Fred. Oliver whimpered, "Of course, he will…" Fred looked at George and then at Oliver.

"I was asking you both for a dance…" George smiled, "I would be honoured if both of you would honour me with a dance."

Oliver frowned. "You want to dance with both of us, so who will you dance with first… Who do you love more?"

George smirked. Almost everyone here was watching them, watching him. There was only one answer to that question that wouldn't get him in trouble and it was the answer he would always give; it was the truth. "I'll dance with you both…" Before Oliver could respond with any type of reply, George twirled Fred slightly so that he had a hand on both of their waists. He looked at the DJ, who just smirked and put some music on. George laughed softly, Fred had chosen a waltz.

Oliver and Fred smiled in contempt as George started to whisk them about the dance floor. They all loved to dance, but what was better, was that they had learned to dance as the three of them not just two of them. Oliver smirked and kissed George's neck softly as the song was coming to an end. Fred kissed George's lips quickly and then the song ended. George turned to look at them both and chuckled.

"You just couldn't come over and ask me for a dance, could you, love?"

Fred and Oliver laughed. "No, of course not, George; it's too easy that way."

Ron chuckled softly, watching the three of them. He sighed as arms wrapped around him. He leaned his head back and accepted a kiss. Blaise had just had a sip of wine; it gave an extra sweetness to his lover's lips. Blaise bit lightly on Ron's lower lip and sighed. "Are you all right, Ron?" Blaise asked tenderly.

"I'm fine," Ron replied leaning into Blaise's embrace.

Blaise smiled. He and Ron had had this conversation before. Only this time, the conversation was different. He kissed Ron's neck and then whispered, "Have you noticed anything different about what you're wearing today," there was a slight smirk in his voice. Ron froze, thinking. Nothing seemed different; but, wait… he had extra weight on his hand. Ron glanced down and gasped. Blaise knew that his addition to Ron's wear had been noticed. "Marry me, Ron," Blaise sucked at Ron's pulse once again.

Ron melted into Blaise's kiss and moaned quietly, "Yes." Ron turned and captured Blaise's lips with his own. He paid no attention to any of the other guests as he snogged his lover.

Sunset hit magnificently that evening. Most of the Weasley relatives had disappeared back to whence they came and left only the usual family and their closest friends… including one slightly drunk potions master. No one ever thought that they'd live to see the day where Severus Snape was drunk but they did. Though he had stared to become rather irritating, everyone put up with him.

Mostly everyone tried to give Severus plenty of room but on a few occasions he was well beyond help. Harry just chuckled as he watched Severus crash to the floor. George frowned. "Do you need some help getting him back to Hogwarts, Harry?"

"I think I can manage on my own, George, besides I don't want to go yet." They smiled and looked back to the figure on the floor. Harry gasped; Severus screamed.

"Harry, Severus; are you all right?" Fred hollered.

Severus sobered instantly; the dark mark was throbbing. "Harry, Harry, what is it?"

He simply spun around and looked at three cloaked figures. One removed his hood, it was Lucius. Severus paled and looked for the young boy. "Harry, come with me," his dark voice uttered, "you know that I can help you."

Harry shook his head and glared at Lucius. "Back of, Malfoy," Harry's voice quipped with a dark edge attached to it. "You don't want to piss me off."

Lucius bowed deeply and muttered, "Of course not, Milord."

Harry backed up a step, slamming into Severus. Help me, love… I think they want me to join them right now… What am I going to do?

"Shh, Harry, it's alright…" Severus whispered. He glowered evilly. "Lucius, leave him out of it for now. Leave, before I'm put to doing something."

"Only my lord can make me leave, Severus, and you well know it," Lucius retorted.

Severus sighed and looked over at Lucius. Why would he say that only his lord could dismiss him when his lord was dead? Why would Lucius already call Harry his lord, if Harry hasn't accepted any of his dark powers?

Harry growled. "Lucius leave now and don't contact me until at least the last week of school." Lucius bowed deeply and Apperated; his two followers vanished a moment later. Harry swayed and fell into Severus' awaiting arms.

"He should get some rest," Severus paused, "I'll take him back to Hogwarts and tell Albus what happened here."

Ron frowned. "Is Harry going to be all right?"

Severus frowned. "He should be all right; I'll have Poppy look him over tomorrow."

Ron nodded. "Take good care of him, Professor."

"You worry too much, Weasley," Severus muttered quietly as he Apperated himself and Harry to Hogsmead and walked back up to Hogwarts.