Y/N’s POV:
After a whirlwind day at the Burrow, I returned to the Gryffindor common room, excitement bubbling inside me. Hermione and I had just received an invitation to Fred and Angelina's wedding, and now we were faced with the challenge of preparing for our part in the festivities.
As I entered the dormitory, a letter landed in my lap. I quickly recognized the familiar, swirling handwriting of Fred Weasley.
"Who is it from?" Hermione asked, peeking over my shoulder until another letter dropped into her lap.
“Fred and Angelina,” we both said in unison, giggling as we opened our letters. Almost immediately, a burst of colorful fireworks erupted from the envelopes, filling the room with sparkling lights.
“I knew they’d do something like this!” I said, chuckling at the display. After the fireworks fizzled out, I opened my letter and read aloud:
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Dear Y/N Rose,
We, Fred and Angelina, are pleased to invite you to our wedding, which will be held on November 20th at xxx.
Your dearly,
Fred Weasley
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After reading it, I noticed another letter tucked inside. I pulled it out and began to read:
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Hello, Rose and Hermione!
Wondering why I send you an invitation this early? Because I have an offer for both of you. Yes, the boys didn’t receive an invitation, but they will by the 14th or 15th of November. Let’s get to the main point: you both are fiancées of our dear brothers Ron and Harry, and I was thinking you two can ace the dance floor, leaving everyone shook. Just you two imagine. Just prepare a dance together to any music, but one should sing and dance together hard. Trust me, this is going to be great!! If you two agree, just owl me!! I’m waiting for your reply!
Your not lovingly,
Fred Weasley
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I looked up at Hermione, excitement dancing in my eyes. “What do you say?”
“For Fred, yes! What about you?” she asked, her face lighting up.
“If you agree, then yes,” I replied eagerly.
Hermione smiled and took out her quill and a blank letter. “Then I’ll owl Fred telling him we agree.”
I nodded in agreement, feeling a rush of exhilaration. Once she finished writing, she handed the letter to my owl, who fluttered off into the night.
“When should we start?” I asked, crossing my legs as I sat beside her.
“I don’t know, maybe tomorrow?” she suggested, and I nodded, eager to get started.
But then Hermione’s expression turned serious. “We still have a problem.”
“What is that?” I asked, my brow furrowing.
“Someone has to sing,” she said, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.
“You try,” I challenged.
She took a deep breath and sang a few lines. I nodded my head, impressed by her determination. Her voice was sharp yet humble, though it didn’t quite match the classic singer’s style.
“Your turn!” she beamed, encouraging me with a grin.
“Uh, okay, here we go,” I said, clearing my throat as I focused on my song.
‘Was it ever really love?
If the night that we broke up!
We both went out to hook up,
With the one we told each other not to worry about?
Was it really everything?
Was I caught up in a dream?
Seven months was just a fling,
I’m starting to freak out!’
I finished, leaving Hermione wide-eyed with her mouth dropped open.
“How was it?” I asked, a mixture of nerves and excitement in my voice.
“Mind-blowing! No doubt that you are going to sing—that’s all I know!” she exclaimed, her hands raised in surrender.
“Really?” I asked, surprised.
“Really! I’m 100% positive!” she said, grinning widely.
“Okay then, where should we practice?” I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.
“What about the Room of Requirement or even our dorm?” Hermione suggested.
“Harry or Ron could easily come into our dorm, so… Room of Requirement it is!” I said, feeling a rush of adrenaline.
“Brilliant!” Hermione replied, clearly excited.
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The following day, as we approached the Room of Requirement, I felt a mix of anticipation and nerves. We needed to prepare for the wedding performance. I loved the idea of being part of something so special, but the thought of singing in front of everyone still made my heart race.
Once inside, I was amazed at how the room transformed. There was a large open space with soft, warm lighting and a grand mirror reflecting our determined faces.
“Okay, let’s just practice a few times,” I suggested, taking a deep breath.
We began going over the song again and again, our confidence growing with each repetition.
After a couple of hours of practice, I finally felt ready. We shared a satisfied glance, the thrill of our preparations filling the air.
“I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” I said, grinning at Hermione.
“Neither can I! But I know we’re going to rock it!” she replied, her enthusiasm infectious.
With every passing moment, I found joy in this new adventure, excited for what lay ahead.
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𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟!
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