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Chapter 36.
Fleur's family arrived at Hogwars a week before the wedding.
Mr and Mrs Delacour where charm personified, helpfull, kind, friendly, and they got on extreemly well with Molly and Arthur, much to the groups collective relief. Their arrival therefor was greeted warmly by everyone, except Ginny.
Fleur's younger sister, Gabrielle, apart from having grown into quite the stunning young lady, like a miniture Fleur, had taken something of a shine to Harry, which was awkwad for him, infuriating for Ginny, and hillarious for everyone else.
Everyone had gathered in the entrance hadll for the Delacours arrival, and after hugging her sister furiously, Gabrielle had gone straight to Harry.
"'ARRY! Eet iz marvelous to see you again 'Arry." She had said enthusiastically, betting her eye lashes at him, and kissing him twice on each cheek.
Harry hadn't helped himself, by blushing scarlet, and stammering his reply, the look on Ginny's face could have frozen flame.
The other Weasley men along with Sirius had all sent Harry warning looks, trying to allert him to the situation into which he was blindly stumbling. Harry didn't seem to notice though, for he proceeded to strike up a conversation with the young part veela.
Ginny scowled, and Sirius actually hit his foarhead with the heel of his palm.
"I think your next godfatherly duty should be teaching him about women." Fred had mumbled so only those in close proximity could hear.
"I'm not a miricle worker." Sirius had replied, making everyone chuckle quietly.
Once everyone had settled in however, things seemed to calm some. Harry did have to deal with an extreemly touchy Ginny for a few days, but once Hermione had explained to him what he had done wrong, things there calmed also.
With the wedding less than a week away, the castle was in near uproar.Mrs Weasley, much to the horror of the house elves, had taken over the kitchen, and spent every day cooking with an army of terrified elves, enough to feed a thousand.
The men had all been given the job of decorating, under the watchful eye of Fleur's mother. They set up an enormous marquee in the grounds, near the lake. The inside was decorated like a 1920's ball room, compleet with chanderliers. Dozens of round tables surrounded a wooden dance floor, which was complete with a magically floating disco ball.
The ceremony itself would take place outside, again by the lake. Rows upon rows of chairs had been set up, leaving an isle down the center, carpeted with cream fabric, for Fleur to process down.
There were also flowers every where, rose bushes, bouquets, and Fleur had requested that hermione make a wild flower medow around the seats for the ceremony, like she had during the summer in Grimauld place.
That had been a fun afternoon. The entire castle had stopped what they were doing, to watch, amazed, as Hermione created a wild flower medow. She was lying in the grass, her hands palm down against the ground, as were her bare feet. Charlie was lying next to her, eyes closed, enjoying the sun, and her company.
She closed her eyes, and comcentrated on her surroundings, the quiet lull of the lake, the brease in the trees, the suns rays on her skin.
Her audience watched amazed as thousands upon thousands of every colour flower sprouted from the ground around her and her lover. She also unknowingly created a large number of smoke birds all in various sizes.
When she and Charlie opened their eyes, they looked about and laughed, both oblivious to their audeince.
Hermione smiled shyly at him, creating her little flame dragon for him, as she had done in the kitchen on the night they had first kissed.
Charlie smiled fondly at the dragon, which flew anout their heads a few times, before dissapearing.
He leaned forward, to press a tender kiss to her lips, one hand under her chin, the other still in the grass behind him.
The castle's workers all cooo'ed at the couple in love, before going back to their respective tasks, smiles on their faces.
The day of the wedding dawned bright and fresh, and the castle was up with the sun. Guests would start arriving at eleven, and the ceremony would be at twelve. The morning therfore was spent with last minute preparations, setting the tables, covering the chairs and placing the ice sculptures where but a few of the things going on throught the grounds.
Hermion awoke at half past seven, to find a franitc Fleur pacing the Girls common room, the bridal party having moved to Griffyndor tower for the night before the wedding. It took Hermione, gabrielle, mrs' Weasley, Delacour and Ginny a solid twenty minutes to stop the pacing, but they eventlally managed to get her to shower, whilst they did the same.
They were all very thorough, washing and re washing their hair, and conditioning. Charming all of the body hair from their figures, so as not to risk shaving cuts. They then washed every inch of themselves with soft smelling soaps before stepping out and charming themselves dry.
They all reconvened in the common room in dressing gowns, ready for insrtucions on changing and hair. It had been decided that Gabrielle and Apolline (Mrs Delacour) would help Fleur get ready, while Mrs weasly would supervise the men, which she quickly busstled off to do.
Hermione and Ginny retrieved the garment baggs holding their bridesmaids dresses, and returned to their room to change.
Hermione first charmed Ginny's hair into the elaborate up do that Fleur had chosen, leaving a few strands framing her face, she then did the same with her own hair, while Ginny carefuly applied her make up. As usual, hermione didn't bother with much make up, mascara and eye liner, but this time she also added a little dark silver eye shadow, to match the dress, and blood red lip stain, Ginny and she would both have the same.
Then it came to getting dressed. The bridemaids dresses where all a variation on a theme. They were all a shimmering dark silver, and floor length, but Gabrielle's had little puff sleves and a belle skirt, while Ginny's had spagetti strapps and a slightly straighter skirt.
Hermione's however, fit her like the dress from Slughorns party had, it was like liquid honey dripping over her form. It had tiny spagetti straps, so a bra was out of the question, and a simple square neckline that dipped low over her breasts. It was quite low in the back, showing both of her tattoos nicley, especially with her hair up.
The dress was skin tight, sinching so much at her miniscule waist that she was affraid to breath, her waist then saccured by the tinyest dark grey ribbon. It clung to her hips and bum in a way that was almost indecent, before falling in a river of material, pooling at her feet.
"Um Mi?" Ginny said from across the room.
"You can't ware underware with that dress, it sticks out like a sore thumb." She said sheepishly.
Hermione blushed furiously, and dashed to the mirror to check. Damn it, she was right.
Sighing, Hermione divested herself of her knickers, leaving her in just the dress, and some sheer thigh high stockings. She strapped her wand to the inside of her thigh again, so that it wouldn't show against the dress.
She tucked her pendant down the front of her gown, between her breasts, and put in some diamond stud earings. With the rings she always had on, and her charm bracelet, she was nealy ready.
Looking dubiously at the foolishly high heels, that were easily six inches tall, she cast a no trip charm, and prayed to every deighity she knew of that she wouldn't trip and flash someone. She pulled on the rediculously high heels, which were also silver, and went to inspect her reflection.
With the heels adding to her hight, she looked almost statuesque.
The dress was a dark silver, made of silk, and clung to her form, running over her like molten honey, giving her the silouette of a godess, and pooling at her toes, it left little to the imagination, but was modest at the same time, hermione had no idea how Fleur had managed it. The back was low enough to see half of hermione's tattoo on her spine, it dipped to just the tinyest part of her waist, and was skin tight to just above her curvy bum. She looked stunningly sexy, a real knock out.
She turned to look at Ginny, who was equally as stunning, but in a younger way, whilst hermione was sexy, Ginny was beautiful, a flower mid blossom.
"You look amazing Gin." hermione said, smiling.
"So do you, Charlie's gonna have an anurism." She replied, wiggling her eyebrows, making Hermione blush.
"C'mon, we should get back to the others."
They exited the dormitary, walking down the stone steps to the common room, where they were adding the finishing touches to a radient Fleur. Both girls just stared, speechless and the bride.
Her gown was the purest white, silk covered in the finest lace. It was ilussion cut, with sheer fabric over her shoulders as strapps, the silk was cut in a weetheart neckline. It cling to her figur, flarring slightly below her knees, like an inverted calla lilly, in the back there was a small train.
She had her hair in an elegant bun atop her head, and she wore a silver tiara, encrusted with moonstones and diamonts, which complemted her fair hair beautifuly. The vail was sheer white, with a border of lace. It fell to her waist linein the front whilst in the back it was as ling as the train of her dress was.
In her hands she held a bouquette of white roses, tied with a silver ribbon.
She had minimal make up, like hermione, only her lipps were a pale pink, and she had natural eye shadow.
"Fleur, wow." Hermione managed, whilst Ginny nodded fervantly.
Fleur smiled, "Sank you, you both look wonderful too, no underware line I notice Ermione." She teased, making Hermione flush crimson, and the other girls to laugh. Hermione took notice of the others for the first time.
Gabrielle's dress was perfect for a fouteen year old, which of course, is what she was. The belle skirt stopped just at her ankles, sowing silver satin ballet slippers in her feet. Unlike Hermione and Ginny, her lipps were not red, but pink, like her sisters. She looked like a little fairy.
Apolline was dressed in a beautiful lilac gown, which floated about her form, and stopped just bellow her knees. Her hair was also pulled back, and on her feet she wore satin heels. She was classic elegance a it's simplest, she was every part Fleur's mother.
Apolline came forwars, handing bouquettes like Fleur's to the bridesmaids, the only diffrence being that they were slightly smaller.
"Is everyone ready." Ginny asked, checking her watch. All eyes turned to the bride, who nodded, and headed towards the portrate hole.
As the bridal party reached the entrance hall, where they were afforded their first view of the guests in the glorious sunshine, their vantage point making them unseen. Hermione watched as fred george and Sirius all fought over who would help the veela cousins. Sirius won, plastering a charming smirk on his face, before going over to the unsuspecting women, bowing low and kissing each of their hands, making them giggle amongst themselves, you could see sirius'ego inflating. Meanwhile fred and george grumpily went to guide an anchient and decrepid Auntie Muriel to her seat.
Hermione was chuckling at the twins' expression, when a familiar dark head cought her eye. "Is that Krum?" Came Ginny's voice from beside her.
"Yes, i think so. I didn't know he was coming." hermione said frowning, her pearly white teeth biting into her scarlet bottom lip.
"Ahhh yes, i forgot to mention eet." Fleur said, a little to innocently in Hermione's oppinion. hermione and Ginny looked at eachother, raising their eyebrows. This should be intersesting to say the very least, Hermione thought.
Hermione went back to serching the crowd, at the front of the seating area stood Bill. He wore a black muggle tuxeedo, with bow tie, and had evaded his mother hair cut, for it was still in it's customary pony tail. He was however soprting a new fang earing. Next to him stood the handsomest man Hermione had ever seen.
Her Charlie was also dressed in a muggle tux, with a white shirt and a black bow tie. The jacket strained slightly over his broad shoulders and musculed arms, and it hung open, showing of his toned stomach and narrow hipps. Hermione drank in the sight of him hungrily. Both men, she noticed, had white roses pinned to their lapelles.
The ogling of her fiance was interrupted by the arrival of Mr Delacour, meaning things were about to start. Surley enough, Mrs Weasley and mrs Delacour both kissed the bridal party on the cheek, and then huried to their seats, arriving just in time for the music to start.
They would all be processing down the isle, Gabrielle first, then Ginny, then hermione, and lastly the bride and her father. The guests stood at the ministers bidding, turning expectantly to where the bride would shortly appear.
Gabrielle began the procession, setting a slow place, gliding down the isle with an angelic smile on her face, to the collective 'ahhhhh' of the guests. Ginny waited eight beats, before also staring her walk down the isle, smiling. She cought Harry's eye, where he stood with sirius, and winked at him, making his ears turn red.
Finally it was Hermione's turn. She walked slowly, as the two before her had done. Her hipps swayed seductivley, the lythe prowl of a jungle cat, stalking her pray, the effect only enhanced by the knock out dress. She noticed the stunned expressions, and gaping looks she got as she passed, but didn't care, she had eyes only for Charlie, who was staing back at her, eye's blazing.
When she reached the front of the chairs, she went to stand next to Ginny, opposite Charlie, who was still staring at her, as were many others. That didn't last long however, for Fleur was now at the front, gazing lovingly into Bill's eyes.
It wasn't as simple a ceremony as the Lupins' had been, but it was perfect for them. Their vows were anchient, as old as magic itself, as was the love they shared, or at least thats what the ministor had said, before pronouncing them man and wife.
They shared the sweetest kiss, whilst the guests cheered loudly, many whiping tears from their eyes. They then proceeded back up the isle, and over to the lake side, where there would be pictures before the party.
Hermione took Charlie's arm, and they walked together behind Bill and Fleur back up the isle.
"You look perfect." Charlie whispered to her as they walked, hermione beamed up at him, and whispered back, "You don't look to bad yourself." Making him chuckle.
The photographs took some time, what with the photographer taking so many, and there being so many people to capture. He also kept insisting on getting pictures of just the bridesmaids and the bride, he stoped that however after a pointed comment made by Sirius, and some threatning glares from Bill and Charlie.
Eventually they were all on their way to the Marquee, ready for the party. Charlie had divested himself of the jacket at the earliest possible moment. He also rolled up his sleves to his elbows, showing of his tattoo, and undid his bowtie and top few shirt buttons. He looked like he'd just walked off the cover of GQ.
"That dress is going to look marvelous on the floor of our bedroom later on." Charlie whispered huskily into her ear, his hot breath making goose pimples rise on her neck. She leaned beack into his chest, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder, lunch had been delicious, and all the speeches made. They were currently watching Bill an Fleur shove cake in eachother's faces, and waiting patiently for the real party to begin.
Soon enough the lights had dimmed, and everyone was moving more freely, chatting and drinking merrily.
"May I have this dance, princess?" Charlie's voice rumbled deep in his chest, she nodded appily as he pulled her towards the dance floor.
There were a few couples already danceing, apart from the bride and groom, Hagrid and Madam maxime where cutting a wide path around the dance floor, and Professor Dumbledore was doing a paculiar sort of dance with Luna Lovegood, that looked as if they were batting invisible flies from about their heads, Hermione had to hide her face in Charlie's chest as they danced passed the eccentric pair, so that nobody noticed her laughter.
Also on the dancefloor where the Lupins', Dora looking splendid in a deep red dress, that foated about her frame elegantly, and stopped about an inch above her knees, her hair today was a rich mahogony. Dancing not too far from them were Alistor Moody, who was flirting shamelessly with August Longbottom, Neville's grandmother, who hermione was horrified to note, seemed to be blushing and flirting right back. Poor Neville, Hermione thought.
Hermione and Charlie talked, danced and laughed together for many songs before someone tapped Charlie on the shoulder. Hermione, who had had her head resting against her lovers chest, looked up to see the intruder, only to meet the black eyes of none other than Viktor Krum.
"Herm-ow-ninny, Mila Moya." He said in his deep baritone, a rare genuine smile curving his mouth, transforming his face into something much more friendly.
"Viktor." hermione said smiling, keeping one of Charlie's hands in her own, as she hugged the quidditch player firmly with one arm.
"This is Charlie, I can't remeber if you've met." Hermione said, gesturing to the politley smiling dragon tamer beside her.
"Yes ve have, during ze tournament, it is a plesure to meet you again, Mr Veesly." He said, grasping Charlie's proffered hand, and shaking firmly.
"Like wise, i've heared great things." Charlie replied.
"You are looking very vell Mila." Krum said, turning back to Hermione, "And i am glad to see you happy. Would you do me the honour of a dance, for old time's sake?" He said, bowing gallantly.
Charlie kissed the top of Hermione's head, before going to dance with his newly aquired sister in law.
Much to hermione's chagrin, she noticed he was being watched rather greedily by a few of the veela cousins.
"Are you happy Mila?" Viktor's voice brought her back to the presant.
"Very, Viktor, happier than I have any right to be." She confided. "How about you?" She questioned.
Krum blushed slightly, looking down at his feet, a small smile tugging the corner of his mouth. Hermione beamed in response.
"Who?" She demanded eagerly.
"Her name is soffia, she is a transfer to Bulgarian quidditch team. I like her a lot!" He admitted happily, twirling them effortlessly about the dancefloor, they were the recipients of more than a few sares, the famous international athlete, and the mysterious, statuesque beauty.
"I'm glad Viktor, really I am." She said, and kissed his cheek as the song ended, before going off to find Charlie.
Charlie it transpired had been pulled into a dance by a tipsy Molly, and looked to be stuck there for the forseeable future, so hermione took it in turns dancing with her friends, Harry, the twins, Lupin and Bill.
It was her dance with Sirius which was perhaps most memorable. The ex-convict had had a little too much to drink, and was giggling merrily as he pulled Hermione around the dance floor with an enthusiasm that bordered on violance. Hermione was having quite a job keeping up on her high heels, and it was only after the third improptu lift and spin, that she was saved from his arms by Charlie again.
"Thank god." She mumbled, and he rubled a deep laugh, pulling her to the safety of a corner of the dance floor far away from where Sirius and the twins were now doing the conga.
"C'mon, lets go for a walk." He whispered huskily. She nodded, grabbing his hand, and pulling him eagerly from the marquee, back towards the entrance hall of the Castle. They wandered about the deserted grond floor in silence, until Charlie pulled her unexpectedly into an alcove behind a tapestry of some monks playing poker.
He pinned her to the wall, pressing his strongly musculed chest against her torso, keeping her there, as his hands roamed down her sides, stopping at the bottom of her thighs, lifting her from the floor, wrapping her leggs aboust his waist, her dress riding up in the process.
"I've been imagining you like this all evening." He said, his voice strained, as his hands slowly crept up her silken thighs, coming to the end of her stockings and finding bare flesh. He paused, raising an eyebrow at her, she mereley winked in responce, earning a growl.
Charlie slid his hands along her bare skin, to cup her behind supporting her weight, as he began to grind himself into her heated center, kissing along her collor bone as he did so. Hermione bit down on her lip, determined to stay quiet, that didn't last long, when charlie reached one of his hands between them, and began rubbing her in time with his grinding. She came in a flash of blindng light, her body going limp, being held up by a still hard Charlie.
Hermione climbed down, falling to her kness in front of him, careful not to lean on the fabric of her dress. She pushed his back against the stone wall, and proceeded to un buckle Charlie's belt.
With a wave of her hand, she let her hair fall from it's up do, back into lushous tumbling curls. When she got to the zipper of his trousers, she leaned forward, and pulled it down with her teeth, agonzingly slowly. Charlie let lose something that sounded suspiciously like a whimper, fisting his hands into her curls desparatley.
She made a point of teasing him, taking her time, savoring his feeling and flavour. She had him nearly begging for mercy when she finally picked up the pace, letting him guide her head with his hands.
He was beyond shouting when he finished, letting lose instead a strangled cry, his hips bucking violently, and his knees giving out, making him fall into an exhausted pile on the floor next to Hermione, who was grinning smugly. She loved doing this to him, turning him into mush with her touches.
"You'll be the end of me, witch." He managed to gasp after a moment, making her let lose a throaty chuckle. She watched, amused, as Charlie squeased his eyes shut at the sound, as if willing himelf to stay calm, well, she tought, they couldn't have that.
"So you like the dress?" Hermione whispered against his ear, dipping her tounge inside playfully. Charlie just nodded, his eyes still tightly shut.
Hermione hitched said dress up around her waist, so none of the fabric toutched the floor, she then proceeded to stradle Charlie's lap, her wet folds coming to rest directly on his still sesative skin, making him choke out a growl from low in his chest.
She started rocking back and forth, slowly, teasingly, watching his face in facsination. "How much do you like it?" She questioned breathily, continuing her tortorous rocking, feeling him stiffen beneath her once more.
She set about kissing and licking his neck, along his jaw, to the corner of his lips, then full on the mouth. Exploring him with her tounge, bighting his bottom lip gently, making him moan into her mouth.
The next time she rocked on him, she swiveled her hips, making his hands shoot to her backside, and gasp firmly, his eyes opening wide, filled with lust. So she did it again, his hips bucking up into hers, looking for more friction, she decided to give it to him. She muttered the contraceptive charm, then braced both her hands on the front of his chest.
Rising up on her knees, she shifted slightly, before sinking down onto him, sheathing him inch by inch, ever so slowly, until she was fully seated on his lap once more. She stayed still for a moment, gazing into Charlie's eyes, before lifting herself, and letting herslef fall again. Starting a smooth rolling rhythm, one reminicent of the lythe way her hipps moved when she prowlled seductivley.
She controlled the pace, getting fater and faster wth Charlie's breathing, everytime his hands would tighten on her skin, or his hips would buck up needily into hers. They finshed together, their climax blinding. Both of them crying out strangled half sobbs, burying their faces into eachother's necks, and leaning heavily on one another to stop them from falling.
She stayed seated on him for some time, whilst their breathing slowed, and their heart rate returned to normal. "Minx." he mumbled into her skin, as he kissed her softly, reverantly.
"I've created a monster." he teased, making her giggle in response.
They needed to get back, before someone came looking, and this would not be a good way to be found, she decided.
She whimpered as she pulled off him, missing the contact. She got shackily to her feet, and began righting herself.
She wandlessly conjured a mirror, needing to see the damage, which wasn't to bad. Her dress was fine, not a wrinkle or mark (thank you magic), and so were her lips, they were only slightly swollen, from kissing, it just made her look as if she were pouting. The stain hadn't smuged or faded, she only needed to add some more mascara, which she quickly did with a muttered incantaion.
Then she looked at her hair, she looked as if...well as if she had been thoroughly raviged. There was no other way to describe it. Her lushous curls had gone slightly wild, not bushy like they had once been, they mealy had the apperance of falling from the bed (or alcove) of some very lucky man. She pulled her fingers through the silky strands, calming it some, but not completley, she decided to leave it down, knowing that Ginny's hair would also be lose by now.
She did a quick scourgify on herself and Charlie to get rid of any evidance of their activity's and then they went to rejoin the celebration. Walking hand in hand and giggling to eachother as they went.
Their absence had gone unnoticed by most in the marquee, they only recieved knowing looks from Fleur, who was happily dancing with her husband, Dora, who was sitting in the lap of her husband, and Ginny, who was dancing with Viktor, while Harry watched, glowered might be better word, from a distance.
Hermione and Charlie blushed under the knowing glances, before going to sit at the table with Remus and Dora. Charlie sat down, then pulled his fiance into his lap, wrapping both arms aound her waist, and pulling her back against his chest, so that he could nuzzle her neck from behinds her thick curls.
"You look great Dora." Hermione said, addressing her friend, pulling her attention slightly away from the dance floor, where she had been watching the Weasley twins trying to chat up some veelas's in french.
"Thanks Mi, you look dead sexy yourself." she returned with a lecharous wink, making hermione throw her head back and laugh loudly, many heads turned in her direction, she ignored them.
"So, anything new?" She asked the metamorphmagus, indicating her abdomen, which Dora had enfolded tenderly in her arms.
"I went to madam Pomfray yesterday," Dora said, a delight smile blossoming on her face, and the face of her husband, "She said i'm due the end of january, and that it's a boy." She cried excitedly, making Hermione and Charlie call their congratulations.
"That's brillint Dora, any idea's for a name?" she asked, threading her own fingers through Charlie's, where they rested around her waist, in a hug.
"Some. I thought perhaps Ted, for my father, or John, Like Remus' middle name." she said, her eyebrown drawn together in thought.
"I like Ted," hermione though out loud, "Teddy. Teddy Remus Lupin. That does have a nice ring to it." She said, grinning at the now beaming Lupins'.
"Teddy." remus said. "I like it hermione. thank you." The expecting couple where then pulled into ther own world, with thoughts of little Teddy Lupin.
"I'm looking forward to that, one day." Charlie said in her ear, indicating the proud parents to be.
Hermione grinned, "maybe we should get married first." She teased happily, making her fiance chuckly heartily.
"All right cheeky." He mumbled against the column of her throat, kissing her lightly.
"Hello you two." Came Ginny, plonkig herself at their table, pulling a typically dazed Luna in her wake.
"Hey Gin, I thought you were dancing with Viktor." Hermione teased, making the normally brazen red head blush.
"Krum?" Charlie spluttered from Hermione's shoulder.
Both girls ignored him.
"I was, you're right, he is a sweetie." Ginny said, smiling fondly about her new frind.
"See." hermione said triumphantly, "He's a great guy, Soffia is a very lucky girl." Ginny nodded in agreement, and Charlie relaxed at the mention of a 'soffia'.
"Where's Harry?" Charlie asked, alluding to the fact that the 'boy who's heart wouldn't stop' had been joint at the hip with his litle sister over the last few weeks.
"Talking to Auntie Muriel and Elphias Dodge." Ginny said, her face a mixtue of sympathetic and amused.
Charlie winced, "Poor boy, he had a good run." He joked, making Ginny laugh, Hermione and Luna looked confused.
"What's the problem?" Asked a confused looking Luna.
"Our Auntie Muriel is a bit, well, batty. Always has been, doen't like anyone, and is very loud about it. She thinks that because she's a hundred and nine she can get away with saying whatever she wants." Ginny explained under her breath, for said 'batty' Aunt, was currently hobbling towards them, dragging Harry in her wake.
"GINEVRA!" She cried, making a bee line Ginny. She made a show of looking Ginny up and down, pulling her to her feet for a better view. "OH MY GOODNESS, YOU LET THE VEELA DRESS YOU?!" She said very loudly, making the tables occupants cringe.
"I'm a bridesmaid Auntie, Fleur chose all the dresses." Ginny explained with an air of forced politnenss.
"YES." Murial said, turning her beady eyes on Hernione, who cringed back further into Charlie.
"WHO ARE YOU?" She asked loudly, looking Hermione up and down.
"This is Hermione, Aunt." Charlie said loudly, causing Murials eyes to snap to him momentarily, before going back to the girl in his lap. She looked pointedly at the seating arrangements.
"I SEE. YOU'RE RONALD'S FRIEND AREN'T YOU." She asked, Hermione didn't bother to correct her, she just nodded.
"Hmmmmm." She said, then wobbled away, muttering something about 'weak posture' and 'skinny ankles'.
"She seems nice." Hermione mumbled to the retreating back of the aged witch. The others laughed, whilst Charlie kissed the spot behind her ear, murmering for her 'not to listen to the old bat'.
Most of the guests stayed at Hogwarts the night after the wedding, and where therefor all at Brunch in the great hall at eleven oclock the next moring.
Hermione and Charlie had slept in the Room of requirement, and consequently had privacy to shower and dress leasurly before brunch.
Charlie had donned a tight fitting whitle muscule t-shirt, and an old pair of blue jeans, which hung low on his hips, and encased his bum as if it where made to be there. Hermione was going to have to Kill the Veela cousins to keep them of him, she thought.
She herslef had opted for a pretty white summer dress, which had a floaty skirt that came to a few inches abover her knees, and was covered in small blue flowers. The dress fell sacurley so she left her leggs bare, pulling on some pretty leather sandalls, and leaving her curley hair lose.
They were some of the first to arive at Brunch. To Hermione's annoyance, the veela cousins were all ready there, still being chatted up by the twins, who seemed to have decided that nothing would stop them apart from victory or loss of limb.
The three Veela, all tall and with silvery blond hair, like fleur, watched Charlie like a hawk eye's its pray. He noticed this, and very pointedly pulled Hermione onto his lap from her seat beside him. She grinned at him, chuckling quietly, and procedded to pour them both muggs of Tea. The veela cousins were now openly glaring at Hermione, muttering to themselves in french.
"Weren't there four of them yesterday?" hermione asked curiously, eyes the Veela. Charlie snickered and nodded, "Apparently, one of them finally gave in to Sirius' charms." he said, shaking his head and chuckling.
Hermione covered her mouth with her hand, in a vain attempt to hide her giggles.
One of them, Harpy 1 as Hermione had dubbed her, turned to Fred, batteing her lashes. She asked him something, clearly indicating to Hermione as she did so, punctuating her scentance with a tinkling laugh. Hermione cought Harpy 1's eye, and raised her eye brow.
Charlie who had been watching promptly called his brothers over.
"Fred, George, come here a sec." he waved to them across the hall.
The twins left the veela's after what Hermione could only imagine were hearty declarations of undying love and promisses to return.
"Morning." Fred said dreamily, almost missing the chair as he came to sit at their table. George was just staring into space, his chin resting on his hand, he sighed dazedly.
"What were you lot talking about with the Delacour cousins?" hermione asked gently, trying not to arrise suspicion. She needent have worried, the twins were far to out of it to notice.
"I think im in love." George said, completley serious, making Charlie laugh silently into Hermione's shoulder.
"Me too!" Fred said, turning to his brother, as if not believing their luck.
"With which one?" Hermione asked, fighting the twitch at the corner of her mouth. She was now shaking in her seat from charlie's laughter beneath her. She pinched his thigh, getting his attention.
The twins looked at eachother, seeing to think very hard, before turning back to Hermione and saying, "The blond one."
This was too much for hermione and Charlie, who proceded to cry with laughter as Fred and George started to fight over the unnamed Veela.
"Should we tell them?" Hermione chocked out between laughter. Charlie just shook hes head, tears running down his face.
Everyone was in a cheerfull mood at brunch the day after the wedding. Ginny and Harry had arrived next, shortly after Hermione had convinced the twins to leave the veela's alone. They had arrived together. That was something she would have to ask Ginny about later, she was just thankful that Charlie didn't seem to notice.
After exchanging many sagnificant glances, Hermione began to fill Ginny in on the Twins'Veela saga, something that they all laughed at heartily.
When Sirius strutted into the great hall next, he kissed the blond veela with whom he had spent the night on the cheek and watched her run back to her sisters, where they imediatley started giggling. The way he swaggered over to them was too much for the group, who all burst into raucus laughter.
"I've still got it." he announced proudly, sitting next to a chortling Harry.
Ginny sent hermione a wink, before contortaing her face into innocent confusoin.
"Got what?" She asked, the picture of purity.
The chocking noises that came from Charlie and Sirius were enough to send hermione into hysterrics, tears of mirth running down her cheeks.
"Blimey Gin, you don't need to know...anything." charlie said desperatley not looking at his baby sister, who was now crying with laughter along side Hermione.
Harry mumbled something to Ginny that Hermione and Charlie didn't hear, but evidently Sirius did.
"Good on you, kid." Sirius said, clapping Harry on the back. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they had missed, Harry turned as white as a sheet, eyeing Ginny's brothers warily.
Charlie, Fred and George all turned to Harry, their expressions telling him to Run.
Run fast, and run far.
Charlie slid Hermione from his lap, getting to his feet, as did the twins. Harry had risen, and was slowly backing away from the table. He about turned, and ran, nealry trampling the newly weds in the process.
"GET BACK HERE POTTER!" Charlie yelled, running after him.
"WE'LL TEACH YOU TO TOUCH OUR SISTER." One of the twins called, as they too chased after Harry.
"HE WHAT?" Bill shouted, running after his brothers.
The table was now in a slightly stunned silence, Hermione turned to Sirius, "I think what you just did there Sirius,...was kill your godson." She said seriously, watching Sirius go deathly pale.
He turned to Ginny, "Should we go after them?" he asked uncertainly.
"Nahhhh. It'd be a waste of time, they need to get it out of their system. And i doubt they'd actually kill him." She said thoughtfully, spreading jam on her toast.
"Plus," Hermione thought, "It's a toss up as to weather they'll find him." She said resonably, after all, they had been hiding in these halls for years.
"You're forgetting Fred and George." Ginny said nonchalontly.
"Oh yes," hermione said, realisation colouring her voice, "He's stuffed." she added simply.
Sirius looked a the two girls for a moment, before sprinting from the hall to find his godson.
Fleur came to sit with the two girls, the table now completley devoid of Men. She was chuckling quietly to herself.
Hermione and Ginny looked at eachother and laughed, 'Men'.
"So Gin, anything you'd like to share with us?" Hermione asked, grinning over the mug of tea she held. Fleur turned avidly to Ginny, an expectant smile on her face.
Ginny blushed, and grinned at her two sisters, who cheered, earning some strange looks from the slowly filling hall, and then began to share last nights happenings.