Wizarding World one-shots

First Dance (Glasswood)

Radiant collapsed on a chair next to Fred and George, her breathing heavy and face flushed. Wordlessly, she lifted up her right leg, showing off the swollen foot.

"I don't think I could dance anymore even if I tried." she laughed.

George raised an eyebrow. "Not even with your youngest cousin dancing with your husband?"

Fred snickered.

"Ha ha. Very funny." Radiant rolled her eyes. "You two are hilarious."

She sat against the chair, the sound of her heavy breathing drowned out by the music.

After a second, she sat up.

Sure enough, Ginny was dancing with Oliver in the center of the white tent. In all fairness, it looked like they were doing more talking than dancing, but her arms around his neck still wasn't a welcome sight.

The bride gritted her teeth together and turned to her smirking cousins. She forced a smile on her face.

"I'm fine, boys, really." said Radiant through clenched teeth. She held up her hand, showing off the shiny new wedding ring on her finger. "Do you see this ring? He's mine."

"Don't worry Radiant, we believe you." said George.

"Definitely." agreed Fred.

Both snickered again.

The three cousins sat in silence.

"I hate you both."

Radiant got to her feet, causing them both to laugh. With a small huff, she pulled her hair out of the complicated braided bun her Aunt Molly spent an hour working on, letting her red waves fall to her shoulders.

Much better.

She made her way through the dancing couples, saying hello to a couple of relatives as she bumped into them. Prewett weddings usually brought a lot of guests, which meant they needed a large area to host at. Luckily, the Burrow had a lot of space to spare.

Right as Radiant was about to tap on Oliver's shoulder, she felt someone grab her wrist and pull her close, away from him. The music quickened, and she found herself dancing with Bill.

"What are you doing?"

"Sorry Radiant." Bill grinned. "I just realized you never danced with your favorite cousin yet."

"Oh really? Where is he?" Radiant pulled back as he spun her. "Because you're not my favorite cousin anymore William!"

Two large arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. Radiant looked up at the grinning face of Charlie.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Rad." A somewhat confused look went across his face. "At least, I think that's the saying? I'm not really interested in anyone."

"You're right Charlie. Now let me go."

"Done."

He lifted her up, tossing her to another redheaded individual.

Radiant and Percy danced together, the only sound coming from the heels of their shoes tapping the ground.

"They got you in on this too?" Radiant asked after a second.

"Unfortunately."

"Thanks for the honesty, Perce."

She felt a hand wrap around each of her wrists, pulling her away. She danced with Fred, who had a large smile on his face.

All around them, guests started to clap in sync with the music.

"This was your idea, wasn't it, Fred?"

"I'm not F-"

"Oh shut it. I know it's you."

George rested his chin on her shoulder as he lifted her arm up. His green dress robes swirled around her legs as they both jumped.

The clapping grew quicker, as did the music. Radiant was starting to work up a sweat as she moved faster and faster on her already sore feet. Still, despite how tired she was feeling, a grin slowly made its way across her face.

"Oi, Fred, look! The bride is smiling!" shouted George.

"This bride is going to kick your sorry arse if you don't let me go, George Weasley."

"I don't doubt that. Here Ron!"

A second later, Radiant found herself shuffling awkwardly with Ron, who was staring down at their feet. His long fingers entangled themselves against her shorter calloused ones.

"Your dancing has improved since the Yule Ball." said Radiant.

Ron's face flushed red. "I... uh... thanks."

He let go of her hands, letting Arthur Weasley step in. Arthur smiled down at his niece, which she returned without hesitation.

"Just one more," Arthur whispered.

Zachary Glasspetal stepped in front of him, taking her hand in a seamless transition. The two siblings moved in perfect time, spinning around the center of the tent just like they did when they were younger.

Like they did with Arthur Glasspetal.

"You look radiant, Radiant." Zachary whispered, making the pun he had made millions of times beforehand.

"And you look stupid," muttered Radiant, fighting back tears.

"As usual."

He raised her hand, gently kissing the back of it. Then, he spun her and let go.

Radiant fell against Oliver's body right as the song finished. Both of their chests rose and fell together as they tried to catch their breath.

"Glasspetal." Oliver smirked down at her. "Fancy seeing you here."

Radiant turned, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I think you're forgetting something, Ace." Radiant rested her forehead against his. "I'm a Wood now."

"Aye." said Oliver. He tiled up her chin. "You are."

When he kissed her, it felt the same as it always did. She felt safe and warm and as if she could take on the world as long as they were together.

And there was no place she'd rather be.