George stood up, slightly nervous. He wasn't usually edgy, but today was an exception. The Weasley family was bustling with energy, Molly shouting out orders to anyone she found idle. To the rest of the ginger family, it was a busy and exciting wedding day. For a cheeky ginger twin, it was the happiest day of his life. George Weasley was nervous. He was fidgety; anxious about his speech. He knew that his speech would be met with applause and a couple of happy tears, but he was worried about the little surprise he had planned for Fred and his beautiful bride. He went over the structure of his monologue again, reminiscing the sequence of the surprise.
***
You hummed subconsciously, instantly grabbing Fred's attention. He looked at you and smiled, walking to the door. With the flip of a sign, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was closed for the general public. The both of you turned around at the same time, meeting each other's eyes in the process. For a second, the world around you disappeared. You were lost in Fred's brown eyes; there was a warmth about them- a warmth that you felt-knew-was impossible to find anywhere else.
"Mate! Gimme a hand up here!" You tore your eyes off Fred as he sighed and walked away to help his brother out with whatever it was he needed help with. You went back to your work, filing away the account information from the day. You smiled to yourself, thinking about how lucky you'd gotten with Fred. You heard the twins walk in and flashed a smile at them.
"So...Y/N..." Fred began.
"Hmm?"
"Who do you like better? Me or Georgie?" Fred asked. You simply laughed.
"You know the answer to that, Forge." You smirked. George burst out laughing.
"She's a keeper, Freddie." You leaned into George's ear.
"I know." You whispered. Fred ambled over to you, grabbing your arm before you slipped out of his reach for the night. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, asking him why he was acting as an obstacle between you and slumber.
"Stay."
"And do what, Weasley?"
Fred and George looked at each other for a second before saying "Dance." at once. You chuckled.
"Think you can manage to do that?" Fred winked.
"Try to keep up with me, Freddie." You walked to the record player and placed a vinyl on it. You instantly started moving to the rhythm. You weren't the best dancer out there, but that didn't mean you couldn't bust out some great moves when you were in the mood. You heard Fred sneak up behind you. He snaked an arm around your waist and joined you. You had no idea where George was, but you really didn't care. Not that you didn't like George. He just wasn't...Fred. When you were around Fred, you forgot about the world; you didn't want to think about anything else, you couldn't think of anything else. You were lost in his brown eyes that held a certain mischief; his laughter lit up your day, his voice filled you with a certain warmth. You never told him about these feelings, but you knew he felt the same way as you. You shared long love filled gazes with each other. You tried to look away the first few times it happened, but you found yourself wanting to reciprocate, so you eventually gave in.
Fred pulled you closer, one hand cupping your face. He looked at you like he waited for you consent and you nodded. You smiled as he gingerly placed a kiss on your lips before twirling you to the music. You took a few steps away from him and turned around, smiling mischievously. Fred and you'd seen this American movie a few weeks ago; dirty dancing. In an instant, Fred understood what you were going to do. The two of you talked about how difficult it looked and how much easier it would be to do with magic. With a quick flick of a wand and a mutter on Fred's part, you knew that you weren't going to fall. You ran up to him, each step drinking in more confidence. The second your feet met the same ground as him, you sprung up and felt his arms envelope your waist, pushing you up. In a matter of seconds, you were high up in the air, above Fred, his hands supporting you entire weight. You stretched your arms out and your head automatically backed up and you felt like you were soaring high up in the air. You could pull the lift of perfectly for just a second before both you and the ginger crumbled into depths of laughter.
"That was bloody good." You whispered between chuckles.
"Yeah? I can think of something that'll make it a little better." He crashed his lips into yours.
***
He watched as the both of you said yes, and in a moment, it came true. What he'd seen since the first day you'd met the twins. You and Fred; you were finally one. Together. His brother-his other half; had found someone. He'd found his better half. George looked on, shuffling with his tie and cuffs that he was forced into, smiling as his brother and you shared a kiss.
***
"Hey there, Mrs. Weasley." Fred kissed your shoulder.
"It sounds like you're referring to your mom, Fred." You chuckled softly.
"She's not wrong, mate." George grabbed a fruit from the counter behind you. Fred thought about it for a second and decided he was still going to go ahead with it.
"Well, one day it'll be you and not mum, Y/N." Your eyes lit up at the thought. Fred wanted to get married to you. Fred Weasley. Sure you'd been dating for a year now, but you didn't think his idea of the future included marriage. With You.
You placed a quick peck on his cheek and turned around, back to baking. The twins had promised to help you, but so far, it'd just been George joking around and Fred trying to steal kisses when his brother wasn't looking.
"What happened to you two helping me?" You asked when you noticed that the twins had taken to planning a prank on Percy. "And stop pranking poor Percy, what has he ever done to you two-" You saw George open his mouth to answer. "You know what? I don't even want to know." He chuckled. "All I really want is your help right now." You said. Fred nudged George to go see what it was that you needed; he was neck deep in a plot of ideas.
"She's your girlfriend, mate." George raised his hands up. Fred sighed and walked over to you.
"What do you need help with, love?" You feigned anger and turned away from him. "Y/N..."
"Helping me isn't first priority anymore, is it? Go plan whatever it is that is more important than your girlfriend." You sniggered. Fred looked at George who was smirking. Fred knew what his brother had done, it was only a matter of seconds before he could put his idea to use.
"Y/N..."He began, mischief lacing his voice. You turned around, still trying to keep your angry face up.
"Yes?" He sheepishly pointed up and your eyes trailed in the direction, towards the ceiling. You saw a mistletoe creep down the roof, right above the two of you. A smile sculpted itself on to your lips. You felt heat in your cheeks. "Doesn't she look the cutest when she's blushing?" Fred was met with silence, but the two of you didn't notice.
"If you're trying to flatter me, it's-"
"Working?"
You chuckled and nodded.
"So...you're not going to bail on tradition now, are you?" He asked cheekily. You shook you head, finding a new embarrassment that you somehow always managed to obtain a second before kissing him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and he pulled you into deep delight, playing with you lips. After your separated, you ruffled his hair for a second with your floury hand and went back to the task at hand.
"Nothing's more important to me than you." Fred waited a few seconds before he continued, looking at the smile playing at your lips, thanks to his words. "I love you." He whispered, running a hand down yours, potentially getting you covered in flour. You looked at him, unaware that his moving hands had a sinister cause behind them.
"I love you too." You pressed a light kiss against his lips.
"Good. Would've been bloody awkward if you didn't, eh?" He chuckled.
"Yeah."
"Loving the new look, Y/N." You turned to George, confused. He always seemed to be missing whenever Fred and you had a moment, but he was also almost always back on the right time. You didn't mind even one bit though. George was your best friend. You raised an eyebrow, completely oblivious to the flour covering every inch of your bare skin. "Would go a little light on the foundation next time." He chuckled as Fred burst out laughing. The both of them were giving each other a high five as you checked yourself out. Sure enough, you were covered in flour.
"For Merlin's sake!"
***
You choked back on a tear as the video came to an end. George had recorded all these lovely moments between you and Fred and the two of you hadn't even noticed. It was the sweetest thing you'd ever gotten; better than anything the two of you could even imagine.
"George..." You whispered; words lost beneath your tongue.
"You're going to have a hard time beating that at my wedding, eh Freddie?" He asked, trying to play off the tears in his eyes.
"Yeah. You truly are a Best man, George." The both of them burst out laughing at their pun.
You nodded to yourself. There was no denying it.
George really was the best Best man you could've asked for.
