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Chapter 21
"Picture perfect, Ron," George said as his younger brother emerged in his wedding robes. "Does Hermione know she's marrying such a stud? Someone ought to warn her, she might faint at the altar."
Ron was blushing, but he stood tall and looked at himself in the mirror across the room.
"They're a million times better than those ghastly Yule Ball robes Mum got for me at Hogwarts, you have to agree," Ron replied.
"Well I suppose if suave and clean-cut is the kind of look you're going for." The brothers chuckled at the memory of those god-awful robes. The other Weasley men trickled into the room, followed by Harry and Neville Longbottom.
"Another son getting married," Arthur mused. "Now if I can only get you lot married off," he said, glancing at Percy, George and Charlie, "your mother will finally be able to stop talking about weddings."
The boys laughed. Charlie was an eternal bachelor, so they knew their mum would never be able to stop talking about weddings until she accepted that he would also prefer the company of his dragons to any wife.
"Ron, it's time for us to go out there," Harry announced. "Ginny says you ought to take a few deep breaths."
"Why?" Ron asked nervously.
"You'll see," Harry said. With that, Neville led the procession out of the tent they were in to join with the bridesmaids.
They lined up by the altar and waited for the bride to enter. George kept his eye on Angelina, who was seated near his family in the second row. She had worn his favorite dress of hers, a gorgeous blue number that did wonders for every part of her body. They continued to make eyes at each other until finally the music announced that the bride had arrived.
Hermione was a ravishing sight in her wedding gown as she walked down the aisle, eyes locked on Ron's. With her hair done up in a simple but elegant style and a dress that framed her figure well, nobody could deny that she was indeed the most beautiful woman in the room that day. George grinned as he watched Ron's face. His younger brother was now breathing deeply. Ginny leaned over from the bridesmaids' side and whispered "Don't pass out, Ron."
The ceremony moved swiftly and the reception commenced shortly thereafter. When all the requisite bride-groom and parent dances had taken place, George took the opportunity to lead his girlfriend on to the dance floor and pulled her in close. They swayed to a slow romantic number among other couples of their friends.
"You know my mum hasn't stopped staring at us since we started dancing," he said quietly as they danced.
"She's probably waiting for you to do something inappropriate like grab my bum," Angelina joked. They both laughed—until he did grab her bum and she jumped. She smacked him playfully and gave him an attempt at a stern look. "You tosser, trying to get me in trouble with your mum?"
"Of course not," he said as he twirled her under his arm. She finished out the spin by returning to his arms. "I'm trying to get me in trouble with my mum. After all she adores you."
The song ended and she pulled him off the dance floor to get a drink.
"Well then I guess I'll have to make sure I don't get outrageously drunk and start snogging you in the middle of the party, so she can keep adoring me," Angelina teased, winking at him as she sipped her wine.
"Well at least I think I'd still adore you after that," George replied. "Speak of the devil, she just waved me over. Be back in a jiffy, love." He left to see what his mother wanted, but not before giving her another quick pat on the rump that made her blush.
By the end of the night, Angelina had danced with every member of the Weasley family and nearly every person who had anything to do with anything. She spent much of the night on George's arm, mingling with the various witches and wizards who were friendly with the Weasley family or important enough to be invited to the wedding of two of the wizarding world's most famous war heroes. She was thankful for the cushioning charm that made her shoes bearable for the entire night; how Muggle women wore heels without wanting to cut off their feet was beyond her.
Most of the guests retired at a reasonable hour, but the young people kept up the party until the wee hours of the morning. At one in the morning, when the food had all been cleared away and the remaining guests were content to sit and drink, Angelina had her feet propped up on one of the tables with a drink in hand. Hermione and Ginny were seated at the table with her. They watched as the boys all toasted to Ron and acted like the boisterous drunks they were.
"At least you know what you're marrying," Ginny laughed as Ron danced around drunkenly by himself.
"True, I can't admit I'm surprised that he got this drunk," Hermione replied. "I'm not going to ruin his fun though. He can pay for it in the morning. Boys will be boys, after all."
"Too true. And just imagine, you don't even have to Apparate out of his bedroom, so you can be there when he wakes up to poke fun at him," Ginny laughed. Angelina and Hermione laughed. Two weeks ago Angelina had been initiated into the exclusive club of girlfriends that "shared" Ginny's room when they spent the night with their boyfriends at the Burrow. She had pretended not to notice the knowing look that Molly had given her in the morning when she came into Ginny's room and both she and Hermione were wide awake in their beds.
"Blimey, after you and Harry get married, your mum will have to actually find somewhere else for me to 'sleep' when George and I are here," Angelina said with a chuckle.
"I'm sure Molly will fix up one of the other bedrooms for you. Charlie's rarely here, so you'll probably end up using his room," Hermione suggested.
"You ought to just marry him and then we can all actually sleep in and not have to worry about her catching any of us," Ginny said.
"Well that would be a silly reason to get married," Hermione said drunkenly, "but it would work!"
"Yea I suppose it would," Angelina said. She laughed at the idea, but it stayed with her for the rest of the night.
Around three in the morning, the girls were tired enough to drag their drunk men to bed and send the other guests home. They bid goodnight to Neville, Dean, Seamus and the rest of the remaining guests as they trickled out through the Floo. Angelina laughed as she noticed on her way up the stairs that Charlie hadn't actually gone to bed earlier but instead had passed out in a chair in the sitting room.