CHAPTER 6 The Wedding

Hermione had just entered the backyard wearing a light pink, silk dress. Her brown, bushy hair was straitened and curled. It was put half up in a bun and half down, so the curls were visible. They bounced every time she made a slight movement of her head. Ron couldn't help but stare. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open, which released drool that now was roiling down his chin. Hermione showed no notice.

Hermione walked gracefully to her seat and sat next to Ron. The other members of the Weasley family seemed to be extremely jealous that Ron had gotten that beautiful of a girl. She turned toward her best friend and smiled. She knew what he was thinking. And she was going to take an advantage of that.

"What are you looking at, Ron?" Hermione asked in a pleasant, playful tone that Ron didn't pick up. She was pleased with herself for making herself this irresistible. Maybe in no time, they would be together, like it was meant to be. But for now she was going to make him suffer for what he did yesterday.

Hermione saw all the glances Ron's family were making at her. Many seemed like they were silently trying to flirt with her. But she wouldn't trade all their mindless flirting for the stupid looks Ron was giving her. She was just hoped that Ron longed for her even more than she longed for him, which was very much.

"Nothing," Ron lied terribly. "You look really great. That's a nice dress."

Hermione blushed. "Thanks. You look really great too."

Ron turned a dark shade of pink and looked at his shoes. "Thanks."

Just then music, that sounded oddly familiar to the phoenix's song, started play. The bride's maids started walking down the aisle, two by two. They were wearing long golden dresses that swept the ground as they walked. Many of them were cousins of Fleur's and were extremely attractive. Now Hermione wasn't the only woman who was being hit on by the Weasley men.

Then, Ginny began walking down the aisle with Gabrielle. Gabrielle had spotted Harry instantly and her smile faded and turned to deep longing. Ginny had spotted this and quickly elbowed her in the arm. But her chocolate brown eyes met Harry's emerald ones. They both couldn't help but stare at each other. Knowing how attracted they were to each other, wishing that this bloody wedding would end soon.

But not only was Harry staring at Ginny's eyes, he was also staring at the way she looked. She was so beautiful, more beautiful than words could describe. The gold dress rounded her curves and showed off her slim torso. Her hair was curled like Hermione's, but Ginny laid the hair straight down and her red curls were bouncing as she walked down the aisle with her small bouquet of red roses. Ginny smiled at Harry and knew what he was thinking.

Gabrielle and Ginny had reached the alter and stood on the bride's side and waited. Now, the young couple could stare at each other more closely. Harry had sat in the aisle seat for this purpose only. But even though all his attention was focused on Ginny, Gabrielle couldn't help but try to pull off her veela charm. This was the one thing she had that Ginny didn't. But as hard as she tried, Harry's eyes would not come off of Ginny. Gabrielle grew frustrated and disappointed, even though almost every other teen boy and young man attending the wedding was staring at her, needing to impress her.

The maid of honor was next to walk down the aisle. She was Fleur's best friend from school. Her name was Belle. She was wearing long, pink dress swished as she walked down the aisle. Her long, brown hair was blown back by the wind but no knot had entered her perfect hair. But her most visible feature was her eyes. They were a sparkling purple that were filled with compassion and toughness.

As she had finally reached the alter, her beautiful eyes had met a pair of baby blue eyes. They stared at each other with love. But whose precious eyes were they? They were the eyes of Charlie Weasley.

Charlie smiled at the maid of honor as she smiled back. They both had the same thing on their mind. I have got to meet this cutie. And as if they were psyicic, they silently agreed to meet each other at the back door after the ceremony. Not wanting to be rude to the about to be wed couple, they turned their eyes off each other and turned them toward the aisle, with a small smile of satisfaction.

The ring boy started walking down the aisle. He had flaming red hair and a ton of freckles, a Weasley no doubt. The young child was only about four, but he had a lot of concentration and was determined not to drop the rings. The white lace pillow he was carrying wasn't perfectly flat so the rings were always moving but he made sure they didn't fall off. When he reached the alter he gave the one of the rings to his cousin, Charlie and one to the very pretty lady, Belle. The young boy stood next to Charlie waiting for the beautiful flower girl to come down the aisle. He may have been young but he had that strange stupid feeling all of the men get when surrounded by veela.

Now, the flower girl skipped down the aisle. She was about the same age as the ring boy but she was a lot more gracefully. Her long blonde hair swished as she skipped down the path throwing the lily petals her cousin, Fleur had given her. She was making sure that the petals landed exactly where everyone could see them. The young girl had a beautiful, red silk dress that swept the ground as she moved.

The ring boy and all of the other young boys at the wedding, stared open mouthed at the flower girl. She was not paying attention to no one but the ring boy. He was cute, so she gave him a small smile. She was always wondering why boys always acted nice and weird around her. Most of the boys her friends knew acted like the girls had cooties, which they did not.

When she finally reached the alter, she stood next her cousin Gaby and waited for Fleur. Gaby was always really nice to her. But she seemed not to notice the child standing next to her. Every since the young girl had arrived here, all her cousin talked about was Harry Potter. Like every child, the flower girl knew who Harry was, but she didn't see the point of staring at him. He was no different than any other boy. But she kept quiet, knowing Gaby would yell at her if she said anything like that.

There was a few seconds pause and the music stopped. Finally, the bride had appeared in the doorway with her arm in her father's. Everyone's gaze was on them and they rose to their feet. Fleur was wearing a long, strapless, white dress that her mother. It was made out of silk and had a small silky train. The dress had once been her mother's and before that it was her grandmother's. Fleur was very proud to be wearing this dress and hoped that she could pass it on to her daughter, someday.

Her and Bill had talked about having children. They both wanted two, a boy and a girl. It had been Fleur's dream to become a stay at home mom since as long as she could remember. Bill had also wanted this, which made Fleur extremely pleased. They had planned to wait at least a year until they started to try for a family. But what Fleur had kept from everyone, including Bill, was that she was pregnant at this very moment.

Fleur was planning on telling Bill during the honeymoon. She wanted to surprise him but wanted to wait till after the wedding. Fleur knew that Bill would be happy for her and never leave her, but she felt that was best. She hoped that she and Bill could convince people that she got pregnant on the honeymoon and that the baby was just born early. The last thing she needed was her parents and in laws lecturing the couple on premarital sex.

The father and daughter began to walk down the aisle. Fleur's eyes began to fill with tears as did her mother's and Mrs. Weasley. Her father rubbed her hand softly and gave her a small look of approval. He knew he'd miss having his eldest daughter dearly, but he was extremely happy for her and knew Bill was a perfect gentleman and that he would treat her right.

When they arrived at the alter, her father gave her a small kiss on her cheek and he took his seat next to his wife. Bill took her hand and they stood silently at the alter. Both smiled at each other in happiness. Everyone told them that it was too early in their relationship to get married, but Bill and Fleur felt it was perfect. Why wait when you know its going to happen eventually? They were meant to be together and their love was pure and hard to find.

The ceremony took a little longer than a normal wedding would have. The priest had to translate everything he said in French. He had been hard to find, but he was perfect. "Now, the bride and groom had written their own vows that they'd like to share. William, please start." Charlie gave his brother Fleur's ring.

Bill looked at his bride; her eyes were filled with even more tears of joy. "When I first saw Fleur, I knew she was the one. Her beauty glowed in my heart for months. I needed to see her again. And when I did, I knew I must not let her go. Everyday, I wonder how I was blessed with such a great gift."

"About two months ago a terrible incident happened and she stood by me and took care of me. And that's all I could ask for." Now he was crying as well as Fleur. "I wish to spend the rest of my life with the woman who I care for the most and I know who cares for me the most." Fleur couldn't help but cry even more than humanly possible. Even though she knew he loved her, it was so wonderful hearing him say it.

"Now, I give the love of my life this ring and forever we'll be together."

All the women on Bill's side of the family began to cry. The people on the bride's side looked extremely confused at the other guests. Why were they crying? Nothing was wrong.

Bill put the ring on Fleur's finger. The priest translated to her family and all the women started to cry. "That was very nice, William. Fleur, your vow please." Belle passed the other ring to her best friend.

"When I first met Bill, I could barely speak English. But he didn't care. He helped me and taught all he could. No matter how hard it was or how much I didn't get it, he just tried and tried again until I did understand. But he taught me much more than English. He taught true love. Love, I never knew existed."

"I never felt this way before and I'm glad. Bill, I want to spend the rest of my life with you no matter what happens. I want to have children with you and I want to grow old with you. Now, I give you this ring to you so we can celebrate our love forever and ever." She put the ring on his finger and the priest translated to her family.

"Now if you'll connect the rings." Bill and Fleur put the diamonds of their rings together and nothing happened.

"William Weasley, do you take Fleur Delacour to be your wife? To honor and to cherish, to love and to hold, through sickness and health, till death do you part?"

"I do." Blue sparks shaped like hearts flew out of his ring, making no sound but surrounded Bill and Fleur. The bright light showed how much he loved Fleur. The more light he gave off, the more he love his beautiful bride. It seemed to be getting brighter by the second.

"Fleur Delacour, do you take William Weasley to be your husband? To honor and to cherish, to love and to hold, through sickness and health, till death do you part?"

"I do." Red sparks shaped like hearts flew of her ring and surround her and Bill along with the blue sparks. They were just as bright as his and were getting brighter.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Bill grabbed his new wife by the waist and kissed her as the sun began to set. The blue and red sparks combined and formed purple heart-shaped sparks. The new formed hearts were brighter than before and the light giving off surrounded the guests with happiness and wanting for the relationship the young couple had.

Bill and Fleur slowly broke apart. They did not want to let go and they deeply wanted to continue making out, but they knew that people would be watching them. Plus, that was what their honeymoon suite at the hotel was for. The couple turned toward their guests beaming with joy. Their hands were in each others.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. William Weasley." The couple walked slowly down the aisle as white rice was thrown at them. The guests stood up and clapped as the music began to play. Bill and Fleur headed toward the lake, where the reception was being held. The guests followed them.

Harry met up with Ginny as the crowd of people exited the backyard. They were the only two not to leave. Charlie had met his maiden at the door, like he promised and they had just left for the reception. While Ron and Hermione were not an item, they still stuck close with each other, not wanting to be near anyone but each other.

Harry walked over toward her his girlfriend and gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips. He was quite a good kisser. Even though they were young, they knew that a few years from now that this would be them. They would be the couple at the alter with their family and friends watching them become together forever. The couple finally broke apart.

"I like that greeting," replied Ginny.

"Me too," said Harry. "You look beautiful, Ginny."

"You don't look so bad yourself." The two smiled in a comfortable silence, not wanting to go to the reception, but knew they had to.

They walked out of the yard, hand in hand. No one seemed to notice they were missing, except for one annoying French girl. The couple were grateful for that. They had found Ron and Hermione at a table for four and sat in the two empty chairs. Tonight would be a night of fun and a little romance, hopefully.

Harry couldn't remember what time they actually went to bed or when the newly wedded couple left to go on their honeymoon to Hawaii. But he had a great time eating foods from both France and Britain. And of course dancing with his best girl, who was much better than he will ever be. Nothing and no one ruined tonight. Fred and George hadn't even touched anything or pranked anyone, for once. Mrs. Weasley was very thankful for that.

Charlie had found an interest in Belle and the two were found making out near the backyard fence. They didn't even seem to notice anyone was there until Billhad chuckled. Fleurgave him adirty look. She had liked the fact that her best friend was interested in her husband's brother. They seemed perfect for each other.

Belle was fluent in English so they was no language barrier, even though her French accent had turned Charlie on. She was a dragon trainer that was working in central Romania, not far from where Charlie was working. They had even planned a date for the next evening. The couple didn't even relieze that they were beginning to show signs of love.

Harry wished that the wedding would never end, but it did. As he silently listened to Ron snoring in his bed, Harry couldn't help but think about what they had to do tomorrow. The day that Mrs. Weasley would blow her top off more than she had ever before. The thought alone made Harry shiver.