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Top Ten Reasons Why Weddings Should Be Avoided

By: Charlie Weasley

1: You have to find a date.

2: You have to find a DECENT date.

3: The date must be approved by mum and the rest of the bloody family.

4: You first have to persuade your date to go with you.

5: You have to repay your date in some way for making her go with you.

Another five more to go!

Top Ten Reasons Why Weddings Should Be Avoided

Chapter 4

The next day they decided that they needed to make a plan on what they were going to tell their parents about how they met and what would make this believable. That's when Charlie realized the next reason.

6: The time that is spent making up a believable story to tell your parents.

Weeks passed until that fateful day when Charlie and Elinor were standing outside of the Burrow.

"When we go in, we need to look like a couple," said Charlie. "So take my hand." He held out his large hand for her to take. When she put her small hand in his big one, she felt his rough skin, probably from handling dragons. For a weird reason, she loved the way his hand felt in her's. They were warm. "Ready?"

"Ready," she said. Charlie opened the door and led Elinor in. She walked right into the living room and the first thing she saw was a couch, and on that couch was one of the Weasley boys and hopefully their girlfriend, becuase they were both snogging each other as if that minute would be their last.

"Oi, Fred, get up and get a room we've got company," said Charlie, yelling at his brother. Fred got up and helped the slightly blushing girl up.

"Sorry mate, didn't here ya come in," said Fred, sounding as if he had just finished a marathon. "Charlie, this is Angelina and Angelina, this is Charlie."

"Nice to meet you," said Angelina shyly.

"Pleasure," replied Charlie. "Fred, this is Elinor Harris."

"Hey," he said. "Mum and dad have been waiting for you guys. They're in the kitchen. Come on, Angelina, let's go find George and Alicia."

Charlie pulled Elinor to the kitchen door. "Prepare yourself," whispered Charlie. His breath on the back of her neck caused shivers to run down her spine.

He opened the door and the next thing she knew there was a scream and she was being suffocated by a large red haried woman. "Hello my dear," Mrs. Weasley said. "Look at you." She held Elinor out for her to look at. "My, aren't you a pretty little thing? And how you've grown since I first met you and that red hair..."

"Hello Mrs. Weasley," replied Elinor.

"Oh no, from now on it's Molly," she replied. She then went to Charlie to give him the exact same greeting.

"Hello Elinor," said Mr. Weasley. He was much different then he was before. He looked tired and much older then he really was. He extended his hand to her. "I'm Arthur and you may call me Arthur." She shook his and he whispered in her ear. "Please excuse my wife."

Elinor laughed. "She's fine."

"Come you two, come and sit down." Charlie pulled out a chair for Elinor and then Charlie sat next to her. Arthur and Molly took the seats across from them. "So," Mrs. Weasley began. "How did you two meet?"

This was the big moment and the big lie. Elinor did not want to lie to this wonderful family, but she couldn't let Charlie down, especially if she wanted to use him for her own family purposes. But her reasons were different than Charlie's. Charlie wanted someone his family would approve of. She wanted someone that her family would disapprove of so that maybe her family would be so pissed off with her that maybe they would leave her alone... forever. Even to Elinor that sounded harsh, but if that's what she had to do to get them off her back, then so be it.

"Go ahead Charlie," Elinor said sweetly to him.

He looked at her as if suprised that she was telling him to tell them. "Oh, sweetie, I think maybe you should tell them becuase I don't remember as much as you do and I know that they would want to know everything."

"Oh, but I'm not as clever with words as you are," she said, still smiling sweetly.

Charlie sighed clearly giving up. "Well I guess it happened like this. Well... um... you see, Elinor began working as a healer that specializes in healing dragons, and I just so happened to see her, and we started talking and I guess that brings us here."

His parents nodded, clearly confused. "See what I mean? So good with words," Elinor said smiling. This was going to be a long week.

"What the hell was that?!" Yelled Elinor to Charlie. After talking to Molly and Arthur, Molly had shown Elinor her room, which was also Ginny's room, she found Charlie's roomafter Molly left her to talk to him about his performance today.

"Why are you asking me what was that, when you're the one who keeps saying 'oh, he is so good with words.'"

"Well, I don't want to lie to your parents, and since it's your family, I thought it would be better if you told them. I'll tell them about my family. Why did we practice that story all the time if you don't use it?!"

"Well... I guess I forgot it," he said timidly, waiting for her to blow up.

"Forget! How do you forget a story that we went over everyday for about a hundred times?!" Her face was turning red. At that moment he thought that she looked beautiful when she was mad, but quickly brushed that thought away to come up with an answer to her question. Luckily they were interrupted. Someone was knocking.

"Who is it?" Charlie called.

"It's Bill."

Relief washed over his face. If mum or dad saw El in his room they would freak out. "Come in."

Bill came in but El and Charlie were both taken aback to see that his once handsome brother now had hideous scars all over his face. "Hey Charlie, who's your friend?"

"Oh... um... this is Elinor. You might remember her from Hogwarts," he replied, trying to stop looking at Bill's face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Elinor," Bill said offering his hand for her to shake.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well," said Elinor smiling.

"Now I would like you to meet my fiancee, Fleur." A young woman walked in. She was remarkably stunning and beautiful, then Elinor realized she must be part Veela.

"You must be Charlie," she said, with a thick french accent. "This," said Fluer, looking at Elinor. "This must be your date for the wedding."

"My name is Elinor." She said flatly.

"Yes, Elinor." She looked at Bill. "Come Bill we must leave. We have lots to do before the wedding in two days." They left.

"Wow, did you see her... did you see how..." Charlie stopped and looked at Elinor.

Elinor put her hands on her hips. "What? See how pretty she is? Of course I saw. Anyways, she's a half Veela, what did you expect? Listen, I have to go unpack before dinner with your family," she said. Then she left.