𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

A Weasley Wedding | F.W. x Reader

Summary: Fred would do everything when it came to you.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in front of me. 

The lace-adorned dress that fell past my knees looked like something out of a fairytale. My hair in a half-up and half-down look, all thanks to Hermione.

I could've only dreamed of this day.

As a kid, I always thought that I would marry a knight in shining armor.

But, little did I know that my knight in shining armor happened to be a certain 6'3 ginger that had a knack of pranking.

But he was funny and handsome too.

Marrying Fred Weasley was literally the dream.

A small knock pulled me out of my train of thought as Ginny greeted me with a small smile, promptly closing the door behind her.

"Hey," my soon to be sister-in-law said, "how's the bride doing?"

I laughed, “I’m doing wonderful! Just still can’t believe that I’m about to be an official Weasley. Speaking of that, how’s Fred doing?”

Hermione was the one with the brilliant idea of pushing through with some muggle traditions and separating the bride and groom the night before the wedding was one of them. And let me tell you, Fred wasn’t coping with it well.

Ginny laughed, “He’s too eager to see his bride. He was already an inch away from the door knob before Percy caught him and dragged him back downstairs.”

As if on cue, we suddenly heard a small knock, “Open the door sweetheart please.” Fred’s voice pleaded, “I just want to see you for a minute. Nobody has to know.”

“Way ahead of you Freddie.” Ginny said as her brother groaned, “Besides, you know the rules.”

“Please Ginny. You know you’re the best sister ever. Just let me in.” I swear that if we could see Fred right now, he would’ve had big doe eyes.

Before the youngest Weasley could give a retort, George’s voice was added to the conversation, “You’re here again?! Seriously Fred, if mum catches you here again, she’ll tie you to a chair until the ceremony starts.”

Ginny shrugged, stifling a laugh, “See? What did I tell you?”

—

“How’s my not-so-little girl anymore?” My mum asked as she entered the room, my dad and Molly following suit.

I gave her a small smile, “I’m just a bit nervous.”

My dad chuckled, draping an arm around my mum’s waist as he looked at me fondly, “Don’t worry about that dear. It’s normal, I remember being a nervous wreck when I married your mother.”

“My baby girl has never looked so perfect.” Mum cooed as she smoothed out the creases in my dress.

“Our baby girl isn’t so much of a baby anymore.” Dad said, his voice cracking a bit as he tried to blink the tears out of his eyes.

“Aaw dad.” I said, engulfing both of my parents in a tight hug, “Don’t cry, because I’ll start to cry too.”

Just like earlier, a small knock accompanied by my fiancé’s voice appeared, “Hey darling, can you please open the door. I just want to see you.”

Molly rolled her eyes at her son’s antics as she muttered under her breath, “He’s being so stubborn and he can’t even keep still.”

I giggled, leaning against the door, “Fred, you know that I can’t.”

“Come on darling.” He persuaded, “When did we ever follow the rules? Besides, I’ll make it up to you, I promise that I’ll make the sweetest love to you tonight.”

Everyone in the room froze as I tried to contain the blush rising up to my cheeks.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley!” Molly chastised as she headed out of the room, going after her son who was already running for his life.

“Now, that is what I call commitment.” Dad said with a small laugh causing mum to smack him on the arm.

—

One hour.

I had exactly one more hour before I’m officially “Mrs. Fred Weasley”.

Thanks to my nerves, I needed a drink of water.

I walked towards the desk where the parchment that Hermione had enchanted earlier lay. It had the ability to transport any note that I write to a similar parchment in the Weasley’s living room.

After jotting down a request for water, I watched as the ink disappeared, as if it was being soaked up by the parchment but according to Hermione: it meant that the message had been sent.

A few minutes later, a small click could be heard along with Fred’s voice, “Did you need something?”

I turned and saw him holding a glass of water, a blindfold over his eyes and a goofy smile on his lips.

“Freddie,” I said, taking the glass from him, “how were you able to get in here? And why are you wearing a blindfold?”

Fred chuckled, his hands finding their way to my waist, “For the first time in my life, Hermione Granger took pity on me. So, she found a loophole through the whole situation. Technically, I wouldn’t be able to see you with this bloody blindfold on. And with the help of Ginny and George, they bought us five minutes.”

I giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Nothing could ever stop you huh?”

He smiled, “When it comes to you, I would do everything.”

I looked over at the wall clock, before turning to Fred, “You better go now. But, I’ll be seeing you in 50 minutes.”

Fred pressed another brief kiss to my lips, “I already know you look gorgeous.” Before blindly making his way to the door.

—

“It’s time.” Hermione said, entering the room, “You ready?”

I nodded, “I’ve never been more ready.”

She led me out to the Weasley’s backyard where the white tent stood beautifully, all decorated for the wedding.

Dad took his place next to me as he looped his arm around mine.

When the curtains opened, I saw that Fred’s back was turned to me until I walked down the aisle.

It was obvious that he was holding back tears.

“You’re gorgeous, Mrs. Fred Weasley.” He mouthed.