Switching Sides | Cedric Diggory vs. Fred Weasley

Chapter 45: New Beginnings

*4 years later* 

"Freddie!" Millie called out as she frantically looked through her jewelry box. "Have you seen my earrings?!"

Fred stepped into their bedroom, leaning against the door frame. He was wearing black dress pants with a deep blue button up, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbows.

"Nightside table," he said, cocking his head in it's direction. 

"Right," she sighed in relief, walking over to the table. "I'll be ready in a minute, I just need my shoes," 

"No rush," he smiled. "We still have an hour before dinner even starts," 

"I know, but we need to get there early," she looked up at him as she put her diamond earrings on. "Everyone's gonna want to talk about it," 

"You're right, but don't stress. It'll be fun, I promise," 

"Oh, I don't doubt that," she said. "Ginny's there. We'll all end up drunk and passed out in your backyard,"

"Guys, come on!" George called from the kitchen of their flat. "I want to sneak Puking Pastilles into Ron's food before everyone else gets there!"

"You go on then!" Fred called back. "We'll be there in just a minute!"

"I really shouldn't be arriving before you guys," he appeared behind Fred, black dress pants and a light blue button up on. "It seems inappropriate," 

"Since when do you care about inappropriate?" Millie laughed as she pulled on her black heels to match her also black dress. 

"We own a joke shop, George. That takes away your right to care about 'appropriate'," Fred stated.

George shoved Fred with a small smile before turning away and heading over to their fireplace. 

"You better hurry!" he exclaimed out before stepping into the ash. "The Burrow!" he called before he went up in green flames. 

Fred stepped further into the room as Millie stood in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup once more. He wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped his chin to her shoulder. She smiled back at him as their eyes met in the mirror. After placing her lipstick back on the table, she put her hands atop his, leaning back into his chest. 

"You look gorgeous," he whispered, kissing just below her ear. 

"And you look very handsome," she said back with a smile. "We'll have to come home before George tonight so we can have some alone time,"

"Some much needed alone time," he smirked. "We'll have all the alone time in the world once Mr. Hartigan finalizes the paperwork with the ministry," 

"I'm so excited to move into that house," she closed her eyes, visualizing the two story, white, suburban house they'd recently bought. It had green grass with a beautiful garden in the front along with a huge backyard. They'd been saving up since Hogwarts, and the success of the joke shop and Millie's expensive contract with the Holyhead Harpies was more than helpful to achieve their goal. "Everything's going to be perfect," 

"If you're there, it will be," he smiled, intertwining their fingers. "I'll never get used to how stunning that ring looks on you," 

"You chose well, Weasley," she stated, running her other fingers over the large diamond that sat on her left ring finger. "I'm never taking it off," 

"And I never want you to," he said. He stood straight up again and spun her around, looking down into her eyes with the love filled expression that never left his face. "We should go now. George was right, the guests of honor can't be late," he said sarcastically.