A/N: So here it is. The wonderful whimsical wedding chapter! Yes that really is the name. (Blame it on the over load of chocolate) It took me longer to update than usual… Its not really like I'm busy (I have no life) I don't know why I didn't start sooner. Oh well. Just a reminder—REVIEW!!
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Disclaimer: It's not mine. Even more so considering a lot of this chapter is taken from HP and the Deathly Hallows.
Chapter 10: The wonderful whimsical wild wedding chapter!! Yay for alliteration!
Kit awoke early the next morning. She had been too happy to sleep. She spent the night in her bed playing over the events of the last night in her mind. Charlie. Song. Charlie. Dance. Charlie. Kiss. And for some weird reason she kept thinking about how it was kind of creepy that the gnomes had watched her kiss Charlie… Then she thought about Charlie some more.
As soon as the birds outside Ginny's window started singing Kit got out of bed. She figured, as she couldn't sleep anyway, she might as well take her shower before all the hot water was gone. She had been after Fleur yesterday and her lips had practically turned blue before she could even shampoo.
She tiptoed back into Ginny's room, towel placed firmly around her body, to find that the tiptoeing hadn't been necessary. The girls were up and chatting happily. Hermione was laying out a dress and matching accessories on the bed. Kit thought that was slightly weird until it dawned on her. The Wedding! Ginny looked up.
"From the look on your face I gather you totally forgot?"
Kit nodded.
Hermione smirked. "More preoccupying things on your mind Kit?"
Kit blushed. "And what makes you think that?"
"The fact that you were singing rather loudly in the shower. The same song a certain brother of Ginny's used to confess his love to you, I might add, was a hint."
"Shit. Was I really that loud?"
"Not too bad. I think it was just us, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Charlie that heard it. You'll be surprised to know that your voice carries all the way to the kitchen."
"Damn."
Ginny grinned. "Well come on, then. Lets see your dress. By the time I'm finished with you and Hermione, Charlie and Ron won't be able to stop drooling." She shuddered. "Seriously, did you have to choose my brothers?"
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Charlie had also awoken early. But unlike Kit, he chose to stay in bed and stare dreamily at the ceiling. He would never, ever doubt Fred and George again. Ever. He replayed every moment in is head over and over. It never lost its novelty. He wondered what Kit was doing. It must be hard being that perfect. Not for the fist time that week he was glad that no one in his family was a legimens. Really, he needed to get these thoughts under control.
When Bill woke up the first thing he saw as the room came into focus was Charlie, ginning stupidly at the roof. He rolled his eyes.
"Really Charles. Hang on to your hormones. I'm getting married today!"
Charlie snapped out of it. "Ah, the old ball and chain awaits. You sure you ready for this, mate?"
"Charlie, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
"I know Bill, I know."
"Aww. Did we just have a moment?"
"I think so. Wow, that almost never happens. Lets go get some food." Charlie paused. "And Bill?"
"Yeah Charlie?"
"I'm really happy for you."
"Thanks man."
"Dear Merlin! What is with us today? Were acting like mum!"
Chuckling, the two brothers headed downstairs.
When they entered the kitchen moments later Molly shoved a plate into Charlie's hands and pulled Bill into a ferocious hug.
"My little Billy's all grown up!" she cried.
Ginny, Hermione and Charlie snickered in the background. Charlie had just sat down at the table and began discussing the last minute preparations with Arthur when the singing began.
It was Kit.
He froze, bacon halfway to his mouth. All the heads at the table turned to him with that creepy grin again. He wished they would stop doing that.
He lowered his eyes and grinned at the table. Today was going to be a good day, he could tell.
Arthur looked at him weirdly. He had been humming along without realizing it. Charlie turned red, extremely glad that no one else seemed to notice.
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Kit soon learned that Ginny meant business. She even had a schedule of sorts done up; she claimed that Hermione was rubbing off on her. Hermione was to go first, dress, hair, make-up, then Kit, dress, hair, and make-up. She was deaf to all protests aimed her way: She was on a mission. As Hermione was being done first Kit snuck down to grab a muffin. It was just Fleur and Molly in the kitchen. Fleur was glowing, her beauty seemed to be magnified. Molly grinned in a way that reminded Kit of the twins. Mischievous, that was the word.
"We enjoyed your impromptu performance this morning, dear."
Kit turned scarlet. "Sorry about that, Mrs.Weasley."
Molly waved an airy hand. "Don't you worry about that. I know for a fact that Charlie liked it." She ended with a wink and Kit blushed even harder.
Slowly she turned around and retreated upstairs with her muffin before Fleur could enquire just what they had been talking about.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ginny had perfected each of their looks. She really was good at was she did. Hermione was stunning in the periwinkle dress, Ginny ravishing in her golden bride's maid gown, and Kit was pleasantly surprised with her own appearance.
Damn, I clean up good.
Then it was time to go down. Ginny headed to Fleur's room and Kit went with Hermione into the garden. Stopping only once to be insulted by dear "Auntie Muriel". Apparently, he dress was far too immodest for a wedding. She noted that Muriel was wearing a floor length, lace collared monstrosity.
Well, it's a good thing I have no morals then.
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The ceremony was absolutely beautiful. The Weasleys had out done themselves. Speaking of Weasleys, Kit didn't think she had ever seen so many redheads, and equal in quantity were the blonde Delacours. It was weird, as a brunette, to be the minority.
As the marquee transformed she lost sight of Charlie in the crowd. They had maintained eye contact throughout the most part of the wedding, so much so that Charlie almost missed his cue for the rings. She had been looking forward to making fun of him for that. She sighed. Oh well.
When Charlie had first seen Kit as he walked to the front of the marquee, he had stumbled. After Muriel had proclaimed loudly that she thought him to be drunk and the Veela cousins had stopped giggling at the twins' remarks he grinned sheepishly at Kit.
Dear Merlin, she gorgeous.
Dude, you brother's wedding.
Yeah, so?
So FOCUS!!
Right.
Your not focusing are you?
Sure I am.
On the wedding you dolt!
Wh—Oh! Right. The wedding.
Unfortunately, the sensible part of him lost that battle. He spent most of the wedding gazing at Kit. He vaguely registered that the man with the wart on his nose in front of Kit looked slightly freaked out.
As soon as the tent was transfigured, Charlie found himself plagued by at least seven part-Veela girls. They seemed desperate to win a Weasley for themselves and Charlie suddenly remembered why he had brought Kit in the first place. Where the hell was she?
He sent the girls in the direction of Fred and George. The two seemed most happy to oblige.
There she was. She was laughing with Tonks about something. People's heads were turning to find the source of that strange laugh and he grinned. She was wearing his favorite colour. Red. He wondered if she had remembered, maybe done that on purpose. It was a great colour on her. Charlie, who didn't usually notice these things, saw that. He stood there contemplating Kit and her red dress and every thing that made Kit, Kit.
"You gonna do somethin' 'bout that?" Mad-Eye's gruff voice startled him.
"About what?"
"Your girl's not dancin' yet."
"My girl?"
Moody nodded towards Kit. "Your girl. Kit, you dunderhead! If you don't do it now some one else will."
Charlie was suddenly alert. "Someone else?"
Moody nodded. "I would myself, but my leg's been actin' up." He took a swig from his flask. "Go on now, go get her."
Charlie hurried towards the group of people Kit was talking with.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but I was wondering if you would like to dance."
Kit grinned as Tonks winked at her. "Love to."
They swayed in time. It was mercifully a slow song. Kit was glad; she had never been much of a dancer.
"Oh look," She said pointing to Ron and Hermione who were dancing nearby. "They're so cute."
Charlie chuckled. "I always knew they'd end up together…since he first mentioned her. His first letter to me, after he went to Hogwarts, was all about how he had made friends with the Harry Potter and how they had saved an impossibly bossy know-it-all girl from a troll. The rest of his letters were always 'Hermione said this' 'Hermione and Harry did this'. He always put her first, and I knew."
He pulled Kit closer as the song changed. "Wanna dance some more?"
Kit just nodded. She never wanted to let go.
All of a sudden a hush fell over the crowd. A deep penetrating voice came from their midst.
"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
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It was pandemonium. People were yelling, running and Disapparating. Through the crowd Kit thought she saw Hermione, Ron and the redheaded boy that was Harry disappear. She linked hands with Charlie. They were coming. She had a dark feeling of who they were. It was her first test, her chance to prove herself to the Order. She gulped. Kit realized that she most definitely would not have been a Gryffindor.
Figures in cloaks were apperating everywhere. Thankfully, most of the guests had managed to get away. Charlie tugged hard on her arm to get her moving. The two ran to the shelter of the Burrow throwing stunning spells over their shoulders as they went.
Arthur bolted the door behind them and he, Bill, Charlie, and Kit immediately began placing numerous protective enchantments around the house. Fleur was shaking. She was still in her gown. Kit felt a surge of hatred. The Death Eaters had turned what should have been a happy celebration into a tense, fearful atmosphere.
Molly was crying. "T-there g-gone. I-I t-turned for o-one minute and they w-were g-gone!"
They all tried to pacify her. "Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley. I'm sure they got away. They'll be fine."
"Don't be too sad Mum, you knew they had to leave."
Arthur sent Bill a reproachful look as Molly continued to sob into his chest. "Shhh, Molly. They'll be fine; Hermione won't let Ron and Harry do anything stupid."
"B-but t-they're j-just kids!"
"I'll send them a message, will that make you feel better?"
"No." She wiped her eyes. "But do it anyway. They'll be worried."
Charlie took time to survey the kitchen. His eyes took in Bill and Fleur huddled together, Fred and George glaring out the window, Ginny staring blankly into space. Molly was bustling around trying to keep busy and Arthur's concerned gaze never leaving his wife. He noticed that Kit was still holding his hand. He bent and kissed her briefly. They were ok. They would be ok. They were going to face it all together. Never letting go.
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