the hallows - f. weasley

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 "I look like ketchup and mustard had a child..."

"Then they must have had twins."

Ginny and Gemma were trying not to grimace at the sights of their dresses.

The dresses were not an unflattering cut–but the colour really wasn't great–a little more mustard than gold, in Gemma's opinion. The necklines were a little lower than Madame Delacour had wanted–especially on Gabrielle–as she had said many, many times since the morning began. But nobody paid any mind to her as they helped Fleur dress in her extravagant tulle and chiffon wedding dress with black embroidered peacocks swelling over the front and over the skirt.

It wasn't traditional–but Fleur had fallen in love with it at Diagon Alley, and Gemma had made sure she got it, which–now that she thought about it–might have been why Madame Delacour didn't like Gemma much.

Gemma grabbed Fleur's bouquet and smiled brightly–ignoring her own atrocious dress and asked, "Ready to get married?"

Fleur looked ready to cry as she hugged Gemma tightly and said, "Zank you 'or being 'ere."

Gemma kissed her friend's cheek, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." She turned to the younger teens and mothers waiting and announced, "Alright, just as we practised. Let's get Fleur and Bill married."

Gemma made sure everyone was in place and ready to head into the marquee.

She signalled for the music to start, and soon, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were strolling down the aisle, Madame Delacour close behind them. Gemma then nodded for Gabrielle to head out, then Ginny, and finally, Gemma herself gave Fleur a wink before heading into the marquee.

She felt heat flush up her neck as she recognised quite a few people watching from the crowd. Still, she kept her eyes ahead of her and on Charlie, Bill, Ginny, Gabrielle, and the officiant at the end of the aisle. However, she couldn't help but catch the eyes of a couple people.

Two of them were Luna and Xenophelius Lovegood–both of whom watched her with matching wide eyes and enormous smiles, both dressed in yellow like her. She smiled at them before she caught the eyes of her parents, and relief filled her–a little worried they wouldn't come after what had happened the night before. But when she saw the hard lines in her dad's face, something in her stomach twisted, and she swallowed thickly–wondering what was wrong.

Someone teasing wolf-whistled–pulling her from her worry–and Gemma bit back a snort as she knew it was Fred.

She found him in the crowd as she made it to her place next to Ginny, and she crossed her eyes at him–making him laugh behind his hand.

The ceremony wasn't as long as Gemma had thought it would be–but it ended with a kiss, a cascade of silver stars over the married couple, and the entire marquee being transformed into a room full of tables, decorations, and a dance floor.

The wedding kicked off, and soon, Gemma was cradling her bouquet of yellow daffodils and standing on her toes to try to find someone she knew in the crowd.

A hand caught her elbow, and soon, she was pressed against Fred's chest.

A wide smile lifted her lips as she said over the crowd, "I was wondering where you were!"

"I may be hard to miss–but you're not in that dress!" He called back with an impish smile on his lips.

Gemma blushed and snapped back wittily, "This dress was supposed to be gold!"

"The only gold is the person wearing it!"

Her face warmed further, and she pulled Fred through the crowd to the dance floor, where she pulled him into a waltz and out of the chattering crowd.