I have never in my life noticed with anyone else how long wedding ceremonies are. I swear to Merlin, George and I both where about to fall asleep long before he even got near the vows. We had changed some things, taking out "obey", and allowing for the other to say a few things of their own. The lines "I will not attempt to test any product out of you or any of our children that we may have" and "I will try and support you in everything you do as long as radioactive ink isn't something you do again." where uttered.

These had been promises that we made with each other after Christmas break of our last year. We had written a lot back and forth (from his home to the school where I stayed) during the time we had off and one day he had sent me a small bottle of ink, I liked George Weasley but I did not trust him. I didn't even touch the bottle until he came back to school and I made him explain to me what was inside of it. I then smacked him in the back of the head twice, once for attempting to make me a lab rat and the other for coming up with such a horrible and potentially deadly idea.

The pact stood from that moment on.

"...and do you Violet Raine take George Weasley to be your lawfully..." the words slipped together. This is it. This is the moment where I become Mrs. George Weasley. I have only ever been this nervous with him twice before. Our first date, and our first time.

Because of the way he is looking at me, a half smile on his face and obvious joke peaking behind his eyes brings me back to that Hogsmeade trip. The first date. The trip that started it all. The trip that not only started us on the path that led here, but also showed me the true impact of Harry Potter.


"We're a little late, Vi, but don't worry." Nicki and I had attempted to sneak into the room holding the super secret meeting of students at the Hog's Head without being noticed. This was something that was particularly hard to do when you walk into the room with Nichole Bertch. All eyes where on us, well, eyes where on me and parts off her, so we did what she called the "channeling Jackie O" where we act very confident, sit down, ignore every set of eyes, and wait. Classy.

That would have been easy had I not caught the green eyes of none other then George Weasley. Nicki had been all to excited about my date with a Weasley, and I tried very hard to tell her that it was not a big deal and that he was only doing this because he wanted to cheer me up. Inside I screaming, to hyped up on pure manic energy to do anything other then have my mind run in circles. Outside, I was attempting to stay cool, but as I just said, it's easy to do if you don't catch the eye of a Weasley twin.

Instead of being cool, calm and collected walking to the available space in the back of the room, I tripped on someones bag, forcing me to hop forward and accidentally push Nicki which made her jerk forward and trip over her Mary Jane's and fall onto the lap of poor Collin. Some arched an eyebrow or two and others could barely contain their laughter. Those amongst the laughter included the leaders of our meeting and every Weasley in the room. That's four of them, just to clarify.

In defense of the entire situation, Collin did not seem upset about it at all..

Once everything calmed down we listened, some asked questions, but I observed my fellow Gryffindor and how he handled this. Not allowing us to fool ourselves into thinking that he is a Demi-God, Mr. Potter was more then happy to admit that he could never have done the great things he has done without help. Without luck.

And at the end I signed my name. In swirled letters I signed my education on this subject over to a boy two years younger then me all the while hearing my fathers voice in my head. "If you see something that needs changed, change it. If you have to make a stand, make it. And if you have to fuck shit up, never think twice." Go with your gut, more or less. Or that's the translation my mother gave me to the small speech when I was six.

"Would you like to start this shin dig a little early?" George placed his hand on the small of my back, the heat from it sending a small chill up my spine. I turned slightly, his hand not moving only sliding to rest on my hip. "Did you just say shin dig?" and I laughed and soon after he joined me. We waved to our respective parties before exiting together and walking further into the town to start our date.

We didn't go to the Three Broomsticks right away, instead we walked into different shops looked around and when we stopped in front of Madame Puddifoot's, or really across the street from the overly pink establishment. "Do you uh..." he took a sharp breath, rubbed the back of his neck almost preparing himself for the sentence, "want to go in there? Get some tea?" He looked scared, and that coupled with the butterflies in my stomach and my still shaking hands, made me laugh.

I looked into the windows of the shop, the couples holding hands and stealing small kisses from time to time made my skin crawl. I never understood the need to be all up in someone else's bubble just because you're on a date with them. "Oh.. uhm... You know I have never been to Zonko's." His head snapped in my direction and a large grin spread across his features, the flash of mischief in eyes would have worried most, but in this moment, I was to stop the grin from being contagious.

He grabbed my hand and we ran, weaving through people and ally's until we stood in front of the infamous Zonko's Joke Shop. He showed me all the classic's that they carried (sonic whoopie cushions and ink shooting quills to name a few) along with a few of their limited edition creations (homework eating notebooks and rainbow smoke pellets being the top sellers). I picked up a few things, small things mostly to remember this moment, but everything I got was what George said "should be in every pranksters trunk".

I also forced him to follow me into Honeydukes, and by forced I mean when I mentioned that I wanted to stop in he pushed me the rest of the way. I love Honeydukes at this time of year they have all the best holiday candy. Marshmallow wands ("to add a little magic to Hot Coco"), mistletoe berry gum balls ("never get caught under the real thing unprepared again"), singing sugar plums ("for our muggle-born's who miss the ballet") , and of course it wouldn't be Christmas in Honeydukes if they didn't have candy wrapping paper ("even if the gift isn't good, the packaging is").

"I never tried this stuff, isn't it like... poisonous?" he said holding up grape flavored mistletoe gum, and I let out a soft chuckle. "If it where real, yes, but they just look like mistletoe berries, its the same thing as their super bubble blowing gum, only it looks more festive like this." He shook his head, and put it back down while I payed for my candy.

"Think of it like this," I started while we finally started walking to the Three Broomsticks, "Zonko's has that tree topper that is set to blow a huge horn at midnight on Christmas, right?" he nodded while opening the door to the pub. "Well, every store needs to have something for the holidays, it's a great way to make a little more money." He had a thoughtful look on his face before asking if I'd like some Hot Chocolate.

We talked. We talked about his family, his brother Charlie being someone whom I really would enjoy meeting some day. We talked about my family, my father being a topic of conversation that did not last long. We talked about our Holiday plans, his being to go home and see his parents as he did every year and mine where to stay here and open the gifts from my family in peace.

When we got back to the castle I had made plans to meet Nicki in the kitchens and he had to meet with his brother and go through the orders that they still had to finish before leaving for vacation. So he asked me if when they left is he could write me. Or really he told me that while he was with his family he would be writing me and expected me to respond.

And I don't know about you, but when George Weasley asks you to write him, you just write the boy.


AN: I've noticed that my chapters in George's POV are really short compaired to Violet's, so I'm hoping that with the chapter I am working on now, it'll be longer then usual.

Next time on Don't Worry About The Rain...


" "Why do you hate her, Fred?" this had been bothering me for a while, from the night on the stairs that I first felt the electricity and the look of fire in his eyes before I asked her on the date. "