Bumblebee (A Fred Weasley Fanfiction)

- CHAPTER FOURTY-SEVEN -

The Wedding

It was three o'clock in the afternoon and the guests were about to arrive for Bill and Fleur's wedding.
Fred had just dragged Emmie aside to ask her a question and from the look on his face it was serious.
"Do you have any nail polish?" He asked,
"What?" She asked thinking she hadn't heard him right,
"Nail polish," he repeated, "do you have any?"
"Er yeah. What colour? I have black, red and yellow," she replied,
"Black, I think it will go well with my dress robes," he said,
"You're gonna wear it?"
"Well I'm not gonna drink it,"
Emmie pulled out her wand, "Accio nail polish,"
And it landed in her open hand,
"Here you go," she said,
"Can you do it for me?" He asked, "I'm not very neat,"
Emmie scoffed, "you can say that again."

Emmie, Fred, George, Harry and Ron stood around waiting for the guests to arrive, "when I get married," said Fred, tugging at the collar of his robes, "I won't be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like,"
"Hold on," Emmie said, "I haven't agreed to this, what if I want them to all look smart,"
"What if I'm not marrying you," Fred replied making the boys laugh,
"Wow!" Emmie said folding her arms and pretending to be angry, "I can't believe you've just said that."

Brightly coloured figures were appearing out of nowhere at the distant boundary of the yard. Within minutes a procession had formed which began to snake it's way up through the garden towards the marquee. Exotic flowers and bewitched birds fluttered on the witches' hats while precious gems glittered from many of the wizards' cravats; a hum of excited chatter grew louder and louder as the crowd approached the tent.

"Excellent, I think I see a few Veela cousins," said George, craning his neck for a better look, "they'll need help understanding our English customs, I'll look after them..."
"Not so fast, Lugless," said Fred before darting towards a pair of pretty French girls, "here - permettez-moi to assister vous,"
The girls giggled and allowed him to escort them inside.
Emmie scoffed and rolled her eyes as she watched them,
"Do you not care?" Asked Ron,
"No," she shrugged, "I don't blame him, they're pretty girls and anyway it's not like he's going to do anything with them -"
Ron interrupted her with a sigh, "Auntie Muriel."
A woman approached them, her beaky nose, red rimmed eyes and feathery pink hat gave her the look of a bad-tempered flamingo.
"Your hair is much too long Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginevra. Merlin's beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelette. And who are you?" She barked at Emmie.
"Emmie," she replied timidly, "I'm Fred's girlfriend,"
"Fred's girlfriend?" She repeated, "hmm yes well I must say, your dress is quite unflattering and your posture is awful," and with that she walked away.
"Sorry about that," said Ron, "nightmare."
"Don't worry about it... Ronald," she replied,
"Shut up," he smiled,
"Oh there's my parents. See you."

She walked towards her family, her mother was wearing a black knee length dress adorned with turquoise, glittering roses, her father in a smart black suit with a dark blue tie which was covered in golden stars and her sister was wearing a short, red lace dress.
The four of them walked into the tent, there were lots of Weasley and Delacour relatives that Emmie did not know but she noticed Tonks, Lupin, Hagrid, Luna and Viktor Krum.

They sat down and Fred joined them, a moment later Bill and Charlie stood up at the front of the marquee, both wearing dress robes with large, white roses in their buttonholes; Fred wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of giggles from the Veela cousins. Then the crowd fell silent as music swelled from what seemed to be the golden balloons.
Fleur and her father came walking up the aisle, Fleur in a simple white dress. Ginny and Fleur's sister Gabrielle followed closely behind, both wearing golden dresses.

The ceremony finished and the reception started.
Emmie walked around photographing people with her camera when a man approached.
"Hello," he said causing her to jump and spin around. The man was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair, he looked like Viktor Krum apart from his large moustache and English accent. "Hi," Emmie replied,
"Beautiful wedding isn't it?" The man said as he took two small glasses of Firewhisky off of the tray that a waiter, who was walking past, was holding.
"Yeah, it is," Emmie replied and he offered her a glass, "no thank you,"
She looked off into the distance to see Fred and George congratulating Bill and Fleur.
"Oh um there's... I'm going to go," She said feeling as though she had overstayed her welcome.
"Oh no you don't," the man jumped in front of her and spoke in a joking way, but he wasn't joking, he wouldn't let her past.
"I'm sorry but -"
"It's okay," he said,
She looked at him angrily and confused,
"No I-"
"Emmie!" A voice from behind her spoke, she looked around to see a ginger man she did not recognise,
"Sorry did I interrupt," the man said but Emmie continued to just look at him,
The ginger man realised something and quickly leaned towards her, "its Harry," he whispered, "I'm disguised as a Weasley cousin,"
Emmie grabbed his arms and said loudly,
"Oh! Cousin Barny," she turned to the creepy dark haired man behind her,
"I'm so sorry but me and Barny must be off. He promised me a dance you see."
And with that she grabbed Harry by the arm and they walked away.

They walked amongst a crowd of people and Harry let go of Emmie, "Hey," she said,
"What?"
"What about my dance?"
Harry sighed before leading her to the dance floor, Emmie placed her hands on his shoulders and he just stood there awkwardly looking around, "put your hands on my waist," she said calmly, he looked panicked for a second before doing it.
As they danced, awkwardly and terribly, Harry asked, "Who was that man you were talking to?"
"I have no idea," she replied, "thanks for saving me though,"
"What do you mean?"
"He was quite creepy really,"
Harry just nodded and they carried on dancing until Fred approached them.
"Emmie, why are you dancing with a random man?" He asked, "Fred, it's Harry remember," she whispered back,
"Oh yeah," he said before giggling. He was clearly drunk.
"Anyway, you've been hanging out with Fleurs cousins all night,"
"You got me there,"
The three stood in silence for a moment before Harry spoke, "I'll leave you two to dance then," and he left.
Unlike Harry, Fred immediately took Emmie by the waist and led her around the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed him in as his hand slowly slid down. But she moved it again when she realised everyone, including her parents, were watching.

~

As evening drew in and moths began to swoop under the canopy, now lit with floating golden lanterns, the revelry became more and more uncontained. Emmie was sat stroking Fred's hair as he lay across two chairs and her lap when something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor. Graceful and gleaming, a lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers. Fred sat up and heads turned, as those nearest it froze, absurdly, in mid-dance. Then the Patronus's mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
'The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

- Princexiero xx