Rhapsody of a Veela

Part 64 - Next time might be your time

You had hardly seen Fred all morning, given how busy you were helping Fleur prepare for her wedding. Braiding her long golden white hair, helping her into the most deliciously beautiful white gown you had ever come to lay eyes on. Even though she had been offered the role of a bridesmaid, Ginny was not of much help, but Fleur's little sister Gabrielle was there diligently running back and forth with jewelry, hair pins and most important of all the ancient looking goblin-made Tiara which Fleur had been allowed to wear for the grand occasion.

You had not given much thought as to what you would wear to the wedding yourself, as Fleur had promised you she would take care of it all. When time arrived for you to get ready as well, you were surprised that Fleur had no plans of making the bridesmaids to wear anything lesser than herself. It was a simple yet romantic dress, which fell just a little above your knees. It's fabric a light blue, perfectly complementary to the yellow sun dried fields outside and with the rest of the wedding decorations. As guests were soon to arrive, you went outside to see if you could be of any help.

The weather was perfect, a light gust of wind rustled through the hem of your dress, making it so that the temperature seemed perfect. Not too warm, not too cold. Fred and George were helping Arthur set up a grand marquee tent, with magic of course. However when Fred turned around and spotted you, he accidentally lowered his wand and the tent collapsed over his twin brother.

"Merlin's Saggy left-"you heard George shout, before his voice got muffled beneath the tent.

Fred did not even seem to notice as he came over to greet you, lifting you into the air and swinging you around before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"You look beautiful" he said, as he looked at you closer.

"You're looking quite dashing yourself, my love" you replied, before you eyed the chaos he had unleashed behind him.

"Fred, you'll have more than enough time to dance around later. A little help?" Arthur called out from across the yard, and yet Fred could hardly break his eyes away from you.

"Sorry, I have to" he whispered, kissing you one more time before he ran to help.

So you went inside instead to see if you could Help out Molly in the kitchen. When the grand marquee had finally been placed, and decorated inside, everything looked perfect, and so it was clear that all of Fleurs intricate planning had payed well off. There were rows and rows of golden chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet, on every available surface there were white and golden flowers, balloons and fairy-lights. Looking at it, you found yourself falling into a daydream you had for a long time thought forbidden, the dream of a wedding of your own. You and Fred, promising to stay together forever in front of his ridiculously large family. For a moment it seemed so real, and that was when you decided to take Molly's advice to heart. Not even a moment later, he was there by your side with his hand on your shoulder as he proudly looked at the scene he had helped create.

"So, what do you think?" he asked, not even alluding to anything.

"It's beautiful" you whispered, before you turned to him glassy-eyed.

"Fred, I know I said we should would wait until after I left Hogwarts but, I changed my mind"

For a moment he looked quite surprised, then rather smug.

"I knew this would convince you, somehow" he grinned, as he pulled you closer.

"Oh don't flatter yourself, I have far greater plans than this, just don't tell Fleur I said that" you joked,

"Anyway, Fred, wouldn't it be wonderful if we were married by the end of next summer?"

Fred's grin vanished, only to be replaced by an even greater one.