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A Weasley WeddingA flurry of movement was taking place at the Burrow. Bill and Fleur were getting married in three hours time. Mrs. Weasley was fretting over the food, while Ginny, Hermione, and Gabriel were helping Fleur get ready. No one wanted to be near the frantic Mrs. Weasley, so Bill had 5 guys helping him get ready. Mr. Weasley had been helping, but it was decided that Mrs. Weasley either needed a calming draught, or a strong glass of mead. At the moment, Mr. Weasley was fetching her something.
Bill and Charlie's room was filled will laughter and jokes, caused by the Weasley boys and Harry. Well Harry was slightly detached, but he was none the less there. Suddenly the room fell quiet, causing Harry to look up. Standing in the doorway was Percy. Harry was the first to find his voice.
"Was there something you wanted to say Percy?"
"I'm sorry, for everything. I was wrong, and I was a git. But I've learned my lesson, boy have I learned my lesson. Family are the only people who are always there for you. You don't have to forgive me, because after what I pulled I really don't think that I deserve your forgiveness. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Enjoy your wedding day Bill, I wish you a long and happy future."
Everyone just stared at Percy. No one had realized that Ginny had been standing there until she moved. She walked across the room, and stopped directly in front of Percy. Slap. "You're a git." Slap. "And an arse." Slap. "And I'll always love you know matter what you do, just don't become a Deatheater." She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
"So I'm forgiven?"
Bill walked up to Percy, raised both hands, Percy winced preparing himself for more slaps. Instead he was engulfed in a huge hug. "Percy you may act like a git sometimes, but you'll always be my brother."
"Our brother," corrected Fred and George.
Suddenly Percy found himself in the middle of a bone-crushing hug, consisting of all the Weasley children. Harry decided to end the moment, he was feeling a little left out though he wouldn't admit it. "Go apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I'm sure your Mum would love to have the family reunited once again."
"I think that Harry's feeling left out, perhaps we should include him in our wonderful Weasley hug."
Harry scowled. Percy just had to include him in this, thought Harry sourly. Ginny noticed his scowl. Apparently she thought it was an unacceptable facial expression. "Come on Harry, smile." Harry just narrowed his eyes. "Smile or I'll kiss you." Harry's scowl deepened. "You wouldn't."
Suddenly Harry had warm lips pressed against his. He relaxed immediately. When he realized what was happening, Harry pushed her away.
"Our relationship is over, I made this clear at the end of the year, or have you forgotten?"
"You don't want it to be over. If you did then you would have pushed me away immediately."
"Ginny, come help with Fleur's veil," called Hermione up the stairs.
Ginny left the room. There was an awkward silence. "Well, I'm going to go apologize to Mum and Dad. I'll be back soon."
"Come on Bill, you need to get dressed," said Ron.
"I'm surprised that Percy came back. Mum will be so happy to see him, but I'm not sure that I'll ever forgive him for returning his Weasley jumper."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. He felt a small twinge of jealousy. Ron had a huge, loving family. Sure they fought sometimes, but Harry would love to have a family to argue with. Ron would always have people to love him. Harry seemed to be losing people left, right, and sideways. "Bill it's time, come on," called Mrs. Weasley. Bill looked like he would rather face Voldemort and his Deatheaters, than get married.
"Don't look so grim," you're not facing your death, just marriage. No pressure. Except of course you and Fleur are going to spend the rest of your lives together. But that's not so bad is it?"
Bill gave a small, reluctant smile. Harry and the Weasley boys led the way downstairs. They walked through the house, and out to the lawn where the ceremony was to be held. Fred, George, and Ron gave Bill a gruff hug. Charlie squeezed his shoulders reassuringly. Charlie was Bill's best man.
"What Harry, do I get no reassurance from you?"
"Families are very important and irreplaceable, take good care of yours. And remember, your family will always love you."
"Harry you're a part of the family too. Sometimes it seems to me that you tend to forget that."
Harry's face lit up in a true smile for the first one in months. His smile must have been contagious, because soon Charlie and Bill were grinning like idiots. Ginny shot them a what-on-earth-is-wrong-with-you look. Nothing, Harry mouthed back. "Come on Bill, go get in place. It's time for you to get married."
Harry took his place in line next to Ginny; he was escorting her down the aisle. Charlie and Gabriel were going to lead the procession. Ron was escorting Hermione. And Fred and George were escorting each other because; Fleur didn't know Angelina or Alicia. Percy took his seat next to Mrs. Weasley in the front row, next to Mrs. Weasley. She was squeezing his hand so hard that it was turning purple.
The music began, and Charlie and Gabriel led the procession. Followed closely by Ginny and Harry, Ron and Hermione, and Fred and George brought up the rear. Mr. Weasley was taking pictures. Harry figured that Fred and George must have been threatened within an inch of their lives if they pulled anything. As of yet they were in the all clear. When the bridesmaids and groomsmen were lined up on both sides flanking Bill, Fleur began her descent down the aisle accompanied by her father.
The wedding was beautiful. It was a bright, sunny, lemon yellow day. Birds were chirping in the background. The wedding was a mixture of English and French. The French had an almost lyrical quality, though Harry had no clue what it meant.
Magical weddings were slightly different from muggle weddings. Instead of exchanging rings, Bill and Fleur held out their wands and crossed them over each other. (They don't have engagement rings; promise rings are worn to show that you're well promised to someone.) The priest spoke an incantation that caused a blue ribbon of light to form above the wands. The ribbon of light tied into a bow around the crossed wands, and disappeared. On the corner of each wand was a small heart that contained an X with a line going vertically through it. After the vows were said, the priest said "You may now kiss the bride."
Bill gently grabbed Fleur's hands, and kissed her. The crowd erupted into cheers. Fred and George did a few catcalls. Mrs. Weasley was dabbing her face furiously with a handkerchief. Harry wondered, if just for a moment, if anyone would cry at his wedding. He doubted it.
Bill picked Fleur up, and carried her down the aisle. Both had grins plastered on their faces, and Fleur was laughing. Harry vaguely wondered how anyone could laugh with such dignity.
"Now do we get some champagne?" asked George. Harry saw Ginny slap him. He laughed. "Git," she muttered.
Everyone walked around the house to where the food was being served. Mrs. Weasley was still crying, and she looked overwhelmed. Harry decided to help.
"Go sit down Mrs. Weasley, I'll serve drinks, and I'll get Ron to help with getting the food out." Mrs. Weasley gave him one of her bone crushing hugs.
"Thank you Harry."
"Ron get over here, and help me get the food out."
Mrs. Weasley sat down in between Mr. Weasley and Bill. Harry brought her a large scotch, we she thanked him profusely for. Mr. Weasley was trying to comfort her, but his attempts were in vain.
Ron kept grumbling, and shooting Harry dirty looks. As soon as all the food was out Harry let him go. Honestly, its not as if it's Ron's wedding day. Harry returned his attention to the task at hand. He was single-handedly serving all the beverages, alcoholic and non.
After the rush of everyone wanting drinks, Harry finally used the lull to get himself one. Ron was of course taking full advantage of the fact that he could drink whatever he wanted. Another rush of people wanted refills, so by the time he was done serving them, all the tables had gotten food. Ginny took pity on him, and brought him a plate.
Bill stood up, and rapped on his glass. The loud chattering stopped, and all eyes turned towards Bill.
"I'd like to begin the toasts. First, I'd like to thank my family. They are always supporting me. My friends are awesome, loud, obnoxious and loads of fun. All of my brothers' girlfriends. They keep them in line, a hard task I must admit. And of course I must thank our wonderful bartender, a boy who I consider one of my brother's, Harry."
Everyone turned, and clapped, causing Harry to blush. He really didn't like all the attention. Though one would think that by now he'd be used to it. Bill had been trying really hard to make him feel like a member of the family. Bill continued with a few more brief toasts.
"Without Harry we'd all be a little soberer." This statement was followed by a bout of raucous laughter. Fred and George, walked up to Harry, pinned his arms to his sides, and dumped a whole bottle of champagne over his head. Harry shook his head like a wet dog. "Hey," Ron yelled. "I was going to drink that." Once again everyone laughed.
"Waz so phunny 'bout me wantsin to drink thatz?"
"Ron," Hermione chastised. "I think you've had enough to drink."
Ron was about to protest, but Hermione clamped a hand across his mouth. She grabbed his arm, and proceeded to drag him across the lawn towards the house. She was stopped by Charlie, blocking her path.
"Ron may have had enough to drink, but you Hermione, have not had nearly enough alcohol."
"I've had three glasses," she said defensively.
"That's not enough. Harry; bring Hermione something to drink. Her system is lacking alcohol."
Harry filled a glass to the brim with Firewhiskey. He put out the fire, and handed it to an unsuspecting Hermione. It wasn't mead as she assumed. (A/N: I have no clue about alcohol potency so sorry if mead is actually stronger than a whiskey. I don't think it is. I'm too young to drink alcohol so forgive my lacking knowledge of alcohol.)
"Oh, this is good. I didn't know there were different flavors of mead." (Are there actually different flavors of mead?)
Harry didn't trust himself to speak, so he just nodded. Once he was turned around, he allowed himself to snigger. Bill and Fleur cut the cake, and they began to distribute it. Fred and George, realizing the stunt Harry pulled, came over to congratulate him. Harry saw Ron and Hermione heading for the house. Ron was leaning heavily on Hermione.
Later in the evening, Fleur threw her bouquet. Charlie's girlfriend, Sam caught it. Mrs. Weasley once again burst into tears. Apparently the thought of two of her children married, was too much.
Bill and Fleur began their good byes. Slightly after dusk, they were ready to leave. Bill and Fleur were going to Paris on their honeymoon. With one last hug from Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Fleur dissaparated to the ministry to pick up their portkey.
Harry walked sleepily into the house after assisting for 2 long hours with cleanup. Harry slowly began the ascent to Ron's room. On the way, Harry ran into Ginny.
"If you're heading up to Ron's room, I don't advise you go any further."
"Why?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Let's just say that Hermione will agree to certain things drunk, that she'd never agree to sober."
"They aren't doing it, are they?"
"No, but they are sleeping together. Just sleeping thankfully."
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Harry asked annoyed.
"Well Fred, George, and Percy are sleeping in Percy's old room. So there's no room in there. Charlie and Sam are sleeping in Bill and Charli8e's old room. I can guarantee that you don't want to sleep there. So that leaves the couch or my room. But Gabriel is staying with me, so you probably don't want to sleep in my room.
"Ginny dear," Mrs. Weasley called softly." Gabriel is leaving very early for France tomorrow, so she's decided to sleep on the couch."
"Well, I guess that settles it. You are sleeping in my room."
"Are you sure I'm not imposing?"
"No you're not, I would've had to share my room any way. Mum, can you please make sure that Fred and George don't wake me at some ungodly hour in the morning?"
" No need to worry about that dear. They're already sleeping like logs. Good night."
Harry settled on the floor, as Ginny climbed into bed. He tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. Sleep seemed allusive for the exhausted Harry. Finally sleep overtook him. But it was long after the other occupants of the Burrow, were asleep.
Author's Note: Review please. I just went back to school last week and I'm felling kind of depressed. I f you review I will feel better. (Oh fine, so the guilt trip doesn't work on u people. I've got other ideas I swear. Bribery and guilt don't work. How bout begging?) PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPllllllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee RRRRRRRReeeeeeeevvvvvvvviiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww!
