𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 {𝐇. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫}

94

A/n: I can't write French accents. The song at the top, I'll tell you when to play it!

12pm the next day found Johnny in the living room of the Burrow in a beautiful dark green three piece suit, a skinny black tie and formal black dress shoes. Once again, he was struggling to do his tie.

"Zip me up, will you?" He heard someone behind him ask. Johnny turned and saw Hermione with her back to him, in a beautiful red dress. Johnny approached her slowly, the fingers on his left hand reaching for the zip. As his hand glided upwards, Johnny could feel the goosebumps on Hermione's skin.

"You look beautiful," Johnny whispered, placing a soft kiss to exposed skin on Hermione's neck, his arms wrapping around her waist. "You always look beautiful, darling."

Hermione blushed a deep shade of red, leaning her head back against Johnny's shoulder. Johnny stopped abruptly, causing Hermione's head to snap up. Standing in the entrance to the living room, was Fleur, a small smirk on her face.

"Morning," said Fleur in a singing voice. "Johnny, may I ave' a word, pleese?"

Johnny nodded, and squeezed Hermione's waist as he followed Fleur into the kitchen. In said kitchen Monsieur and Madame Delacour, Gabrielle, and of course, Fleur herself.

"Uh, what's going on?" Johnny asked, taking a seat in front of the family of four. Johnny was clearly very nervous.

"No need to be nervous, son," said Monsieur Delacour. "We just ave' a seemple favour to ask of you."

"Right?" Said Johnny, clearing his throat. "What is it?"

"Well you see, my usband has a very bad knee problem," said Madame Delacour, throwing the blonde hair behind her ear. "And we don't reely trust Mr. Weasley to give our daughter away on her wedding day..."

"So..." said Fleur, "we were hoping you'd maybe do it?"

Johnny stared at her blankly for a moment.

"Last week you accused me of being a Death Eater," Johnny pointed out, causing Fleur to look down at her lap and clear her throat slightly. Madame Delacour looked at her daughter with a scolding look. The Delacours had been informed of Johnny's situation before their arrival, and they reassured Johnny they didn't think he was.

"I am very sorry," Fleur said quietly. "I just found eet very suspicious when we were caught out like that."

Johnny sighed, running a hand down his face, "I accept your apology," Fleur beamed at that. "And yes, I'll walk you down the aisle, but I'll need a favour."

"Yes, anything!" The Delacour's cheered, and swooped down to hug Johnny tightly, causing him to chuckle.

Three o'clock in the afternoon found Johnny sat at the kitchen table, looking at his pocket watch every two seconds. The back door opened, and Mrs. Weasley walked in with who Johnny assumed was Aunt Muriel.

"My, you're a handsome one," said the older lady. "That'll be the Grindelwald looks! Yes, I know Gellert well, boy, is he coming today?"

"I don't think so, ma'am," said Johnny politely. Aunt Muriel tutted, and let Mrs. Weasley guide her to the bedroom where Hermione, Ginny and Gabrielle was helping Fleur get ready. When the bedroom door opened, Johnny shot up, but was met with Hermione smiling at him.

"This'll be great practice," said Hermione, straightening Johnny's tie slightly.

"For what?" Asked Johnny, as Hermione leaned up to peck his lips.

"For when you walk our daughter down the aisle, silly," said Hermione, causing an 'O' to form on Johnny's mouth. Hermione giggled and kissed him once more.