A/N: Fremione is the pairing and Ministry is the prompt. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Fred was sitting in between Hermione and George during the weekly Sunday dinner. The wedding plans were coming along, though they weren't getting married until October. He had been listening to the conversation Hermione and George were having when his father started speaking.
"Fred, we need to find somebody from the Ministry to marry you two. Kingsley has already said he would be your wedding minister-" he began. Fred met Hermione's eyes. He had mentioned yesterday who he wanted to marry them, though it wasn't Kingsley. "Tell him," she mouthed to him. George glanced at the two in confusion. Fred gave him an apologetic look for keeping him out of the loop. He would find out momentarily.
"No," Fred said quickly. His father glanced at him in surprise. "Fred, he's the best choice," he began to say, but Fred shook his head stubbornly. "I don't want Kingsley to be our wedding minister." His father gave him a curious look but he sighed and placed his napkin in his lap.
"All right son. Who do you want?" Fred nervously ran a hand through his hair and his eyes found his brother Percy. He had been watching the conversation intently and hadn't said a word until now. "Percy. I want Percy to be our wedding minister."
Percy dropped the spoon he had been holding and it clattered onto the plate. He looked at Fred in shock, though his face was deep red now. "R-Really?" Percy stammered in a shocked voice. "You want me to be the Minister?" His face expression softened, but then his eyes narrowed quickly. "Wait, this isn't a prank, is it?"
Fred chuckled and glanced over at Hermione who gave him a smile. "No, Percy. It's not a prank. I honestly can't think of anybody else for the job." Percy sat there in silence and the whole table was watching the two. Fred could see his mother crying softly into her napkin out of the corner of his eyes. Percy walked over to Fred and looked at him in the eyes. Fred nervously held out a hand and Percy looked down at it before giving him a tight hug.
"I'll be honored," he answered in a soft voice. "Thank you. I'm sorry again, for everything," he said in a choked voice. Fred patted him on the back awkwardly. "It's ok, Perce. I've forgiven you already." A loud sob came from the other end of the table.
"Oh, boys! FRED! PERCY!" Their mother walked over to them and squeezed them tightly. Fred turned red and looked over at Hermione. She and George were wearing identical smirks. "Mum, I can't breathe," he grumbled.
"I'm so proud of both of you. I can't believe you are getting married," she said, rounding up on Hermione now. Fred wore a pleased smile. He really was grateful that his family was happy for them. He took his seat and met Percy's eyes across the table. His brother had watery eyes, though he wasn't crying. When he noticed Fred looking at him he mouthed the words, "Thank you." Fred winked at him before he kissed Hermione's cheek. He couldn't wait to get married now.
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