【 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐔 】
𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 ♡ 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲
Everyone has a soulmate.
The String of Fate works much like a radar. People say you have to be within a few feet of your soulmate for the red rin...
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In celebration for 120K Reads & 4K Votes on Wattpad This is an alternate ending.
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"Boys! I thought I already told you to put those fireworks away!" Molly scolds, her brows furrowing in annoyance at her two sons.
The three tense Weasleys stand in the midst of the magnificently adorned orchard, right behind the Burrow, under the late afternoon sun.
Fred and George were by the arch that was ornamented with long vines, branches as well as various shells, and flowers. They had originally planned on using their signature and enhanced Wildfire Whiz-bangs being it was a special occasion, only to be short lived when they were caught red handed by their mother who certainly didn't approve of it, and spotted the product in their hands.
"We're not boys anymore," Fred corrects, still holding the unlit fireworks in his hand.
"Yeah, mum. We're getting married," George argues, giving a pleading look to his mother. "Can we please just have this one day?"
Fred tugs on his collar, which appears to be crushing his windpipe. "Besides, we're already wearing these cruddy suits you like so much."
"Absolutely not!" Molly snaps back, stomping her foot. "I will not have you two burn down the garden I've worked so hard on."
"But mum, I swear these will be really nice—" George starts, only to be cut off.
"No buts!" Molly waves her finger in the air, and turns around to face the chairs that were slowly filling in, "Now put them away. The ceremony is about to start."
The two redheads walk over to a nearby bush and toss their fireworks to the side on the ground as soon as she is out of earshot.
"Told you we should've used the Body-Bind curse on her," Fred huffs dejectedly as they return to the arch.
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"You look amazing," Ginny gasps as she enters the room.
"Doesn't she?" Hermione smiles, looking at her from the mirror.
While admiring the reflection in front of you, Hermione was adjusting your hair, brushing out the final strands that had come loose from your bun. You gaze at the stunning white sleeveless gown, which featured a V-neck bodice with exquisite flower motifs that fitted your upper body and a lacy tulle skirt that fell to the floor.
"Fred and George are gonna lose their minds that's for sure." Ginny nods, stepping in next to you.
It took the whole morning for you to sink this special day in, even though it was right before your eyes. But you made it. You, Fred, and George had made it to this day. And being nervous doesn't quite cover it; it was like your nerves were firing in every direction at once — the best kind of paralysis.
