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A/N - It's a bit of a nothing chapter, I know. I just needed to tell the Weasley parents, obviously.

Breaking The News

Chloe, George, Angelina, Fred, Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny entered the kitchen of the Burrow, greeted by Mrs. Weasley fussing over pots and pans on the cooker.

"Hello dears," she said vaguely, "how are you all today?" Before they had a chance to answer, she turned and shooed them towards the living room, before noticing the fourth finger of Chloe's left hand, and stopping dead. Chloe smiled, and held her hand up to show Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh!" She cried, "Oh! Oh George, Chloe! Oh Arthur, Arthur! ARTHUR COME HERE AT ONCE!" Mr. Weasley ambled into the kitchen, holding a selection of batteries.

"What's the matter dear?" he asked, looking confused.

"Show him Chloe dear," she said, "show him!" Chloe obliged, holding up her hand in Mr. Weasley's direction. Mr. Weasley frowned, clearly trying to work out what he was supposed to be looking at, before realising.

"Oh my! Well, congratulations!" He smiled, shaking George's hand and throwing his other arm around Chloe, the batteries flying around the kitchen, forgotten.

"Oh Arthur, be careful!" Mrs. Weasley scolded, smiling fondly. "Oh, it's going to be wonderful, Chloe, the new Mrs. Weasley! When do you think you would like to be married? There's going to be so much to do…" she wandered out of the kitchen, her words trailing off.

"Err, Mum?" Fred called, "when's dinner ready? I'm starving." She shot back into the kitchen at his words, having clearly forgotten dinner in the excitement.

"Well," Chloe began, looking a little nervous, "we haven't really thought of anything, have we?"

"No, we only got engaged last night Mum." George added. "But maybe, well, maybe we could get married here? What you reckon Clo?" Chloe beamed.

"That'd be wicked."

"Well then that's what we'll do!" Mrs. Weasley cried. "Arthur, fetch the marquee brochure downstairs will you dear? It's in the chest in our bedroom." Mr. Weasley gave his wife a look that clearly said, you are insane, but did as she asked.

"And what about bridesmaids Clo?" Ginny asked mischievously.

"Molly, I can't find it!" Mr. Weasley called, making his way downstairs, while Mrs. Weasley rifled through drawers in the kitchen.

"Ah, here it is! Never mind Arthur!" As he entered the kitchen, he rolled his eyes at the group, causing them all to stifle laughter.

"Well, obviously, I want you three to be my bridesmaids. And Tonks, of course."

"Good good," Angelina smiled, "so who organises the hen night?" Chloe groaned.

"Definitely not you Johnson! I reckon Hermione can do it. She's the sensible one after all!" The four girls broke into peals of laughter, while Ron looked confused.

"What, she is!"

"You keep believing that Ronniekins!" Ginny choked out through her laughter.

"Dinners ready." Mrs. Weasley said, clearly confused by the conversation taking place. "Ron, Fred, George, set the table please boys."

"Shouldn't I, the groom, be excused from household chores?" George replied. Chloe arched an eyebrow at him.

"If you believe that Weasley, then find yourself another wife!" Mrs. Weasley smiled, it looking suspiciously like a satisfied smirk.

"Come on now boys, otherwise this dinner will be ruined!"

After one of Mrs. Weasley's delicious Sunday lunches, they gathered in the living room, full of wedding chatter.

"Ah, Chloe. Have you thought about who you'd like to give you away?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "Since, you know, your father…" she trailed off, and the room fell silent.

"Well, actually, yes. I thought maybe, I mean, if it's ok with you," she looked at George as she said that, "well, maybe, Mr. Weasley, you could?" Mr. Weasley opened his mouth to speak, and shut it again. George squeezed Chloe's hand, silently telling her he thought it was a great idea. Mr. Weasley opened his mouth again, and Mrs. Weasley looked as though she was on the verge of tears.

"Chloe, are you sure about this? There's no other family that you'd like to do it? Obviously, I would be honoured dear, absolutely honoured." Chloe beamed.

"No, there's no one else. And since you knew mum in school, and you were good friends with my parents, I thought, you know, you're the closest thing to family I have. I honestly can't think of anyone else I'd rather have to walk me down the aisle." Chloe's little speech proved too much for Mrs. Weasley, who burst into tears as she finished, and Mr. Weasley looked thrilled, the tips of his ears turning pink.

"Chloe, my dear, I'd be delighted."

"Well that's settled then." George said, sounding satisfied. "And Fred mate, you know you're my best man."

"Obviously." Fred interjected.

"And the rest of you lot, and Bill and Charlie, well you're all my, what's the word? Groomsmen, is it?"

"And we're all bridesmaids!" Ginny sang. "Except, you know I'm not wearing pink, don't you?" Chloe smirked.

"I thought a nice baby pink Gin, it'll look simply delightful with your hair, you know?" Ginny's face fell, and Chloe laughed. "Don't be stupid Gin, am I really the sort of person who'd have pink at their wedding? It's gonna be bad enough that I have to wear heels. Heels!"