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Wedding Crashers • (George Weasley) {part two}

Claire smoothed her dress as her mother gently placed the veil in her intricately done hair. She sighed a sigh of nervousness. Am I doing the right thing? She thought, quickly dismissing the thought as if someone could read her mind. Her mother, with the flick of her wand, fluffed the train of her long wedding gown.

"What's wrong, dear?" Her mother asked, noticing the worried look on her daughter's face. Claire and her mother, Holly, were very close. Holly knew something was wrong.. and she knew exactly what it was. Holly and Claire's father thought the world of George Weasley. Sure, at first, they thought he was immature and would never settle down. They wanted the best for their daughter. After seeing how much he loved Claire, and that the joke shop wasn't an "unreliable career path" after all, they fell in love with his goofy charm and his twin brother.

Claire's father was heartbroken when they broke up. He loved chatting with George and inquiring about his products. Holly was as well but she wanted what was best for Claire and had seen the strain both jobs had put on the young couple.

Thomas was "safe". Claire settled. She and George had plans for the further and as she lived those out with another man, she felt guilty. She loved Thomas, but George was the love of her life. Would she ever be truly happy with Thomas?

Thomas knew the answer to that. He seen the way her face changed when she seen the shop while taking a stroll through Diagon Alley, the way her grip loosened on his arm when she seen a red head man, whether it was George or not. He seen how close she was with Ron at work, how she had been, and always would be, a prominent figure with every Weasley. He seen how they all loved her. He also knew how much his family didn't like her.

Even though Claire was the epitome of perfect, they didn't like her. Freaks. That's what they called Thomas and all other wizards and witches. They wanted Thomas to come home, live a normal life. Claire was fiercely protective of all things magic and it had caused a few arguments between Claire and his mother.

Am I doing the right thing? He thought as he tightened his tie. Their relationship was rushed. Even though she'd told him countless of times, Thomas knew deep down that she would never be truly happy.

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The wedding began and the bridesmaids and groomsmen descended down the beautifully decorated aisle. Claire and her father stepped up to the closed chapel doors and she took a deep breath, feeling suddenly nauseous.

"Athena." He father said sternly and her eyes widened. He never called her by her first name, no one did. He only ever called her that when she was young and needed disciplined. He rubbed her arm gently. "Baby, you don't have to do this."

"What?" Claire whispered, shocked by the words that just came from her father's mouth. He'd paid so much money for this wedding.

"You love George." He said simply.

"More than anything." She whispered as if Thomas could hear from the alter. Her sky blue eyes filled with tears.

"You don't have to marry Thomas." He said again, squeezing his only child's arm gently. She nodded softly, just as the church doors open. "Daddy." She cried quietly as the crowd turned to face her. "It's too late."

"No, it's not baby." He reassured as they began walking. Claire's eyes locked with Angelina sitting alone next to a few of their other friends from Hogwarts. Then, she stared up the aisle to Thomas. Who, as if he could read her mind, with his own tear filled eyes, nodded. She took this as her sign.

"I can't do this." She whispered, dropping her grip from her fathers arm. "I'm so sorry." She looked around at the crowd and horror crossed Angelina's face; the twins were waiting just outside the church for their grand entrance. "I can't."

Claire hiked up her dress and ran. Thomas nodded as his mother jumped up, screaming profanities. "You are in a church, mother." He scolded.

Claire, fluffy gown in hand and mascara stained cheeks, ran out of the church. She jerked the veil from her hair and sighed a sigh of relief as she opened the front doors of the church. Still fighting with the veil, which was tangled in her hair... she didn't see the man before her and plowed right into him. "Claire?!" A familiar voice gasped.

"Georgie?" She cried, before she'd even seen him. She'd know that voice anywhere. Fred, noticing Claire, frantically packed the wizbangs that were just about to be lit back into the bag.

"What're you doing?" He whispered, trying not to cry hisself. She was disheveled and George assumed that she had ended the wedding herself.

"I can't marry Thomas, George. I'm in love with you." She sobbed. "Wait, why are you here?"

Just then, a loud bang came from behind them to find Fred covered in soot. A wizbang had exploded in the bag. "We were planning on... uh, crashing the party." Fred laughed nervously.

"Really?" Claire gasped, it was fate.

"Yes." George chuckled. "We're meant to be, Claire. I love you. We belong together."

Claire grabbed George's face and smashed her lips into his, red lipstick smearing across his face. "I love you, George."

" I love you too, Claire." He smiled down at her as Angelina, Fred and Claire's parents watched proudly from the church doors.