Forget-Me-Not (George Weasley Love Story)

Chapter Ten

"Where did you learn how to do that?" Hermione asked, examining her hair in the mirror.

"My mother was very... Traditional. She said I had to focus on my looks so I could find a decent husband." But Hermione sensed that it wasn't the whole truth. "How does this look?" She asked, handing Hermione a small hand mirror. The golden brown curls cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the delicate porcelain fabric wrapped around her body, sweeping across the floor behind her and entwined with the netting of the veil that Felix delicately placed atop her curls.

"Yes, well, my mother is very confused by this whole experience." In fact, Hermione's parents were sat pale faced in the kitchen, staring at the spoons stirring the dinner by themselves and the owls nestled on the banisters of the stairs stretching up through the ramshackle house.

"Was she not aware that you were a witch?" Felix asked, confused. I seemed almost as if muggle life itself was a very bemusing prospect for her.

"They've never properly encountered the wizarding world, and suddenly they're thrown in with the most magical family of them all." Felix laughed, doing the finishing touches to Hermione's hair and choking on the copious amounts of hairspray.

Hermione got to her feet, slipping on her white flats for the first time and smoothing out the wrinkles of her wedding dress, Ginny pulling the laces of her bodice tighter and tying them in a neat bow at the back.

"Hermione dear, you look beautiful!" Molly gasped, sweeping her into a tight hug. Ginny, Luna and Fleur jumped up from the sofa, smoothing their own dresses. Mrs Granger started to cry and her husband struggled to hold back his own tears.

"Are you ready sweetheart?" He asked softly, taking her hand as Felix and Mrs Granger hurried outside to take their own seats in the tent. It was more of a marquee, trailing with ribbon and lace and full of rows of white wrapped chairs and swarming guests who hurried to take their seats. Ron shifted on the balls of his feet, Harry patting his back encouragingly as his brow pricked with nervous sweat. George adjusted his tie aggrievedly, occasionally turning round and trying to spot Felix in the crowd but she always avoided his gaze, causing him to frown.

When the music began, softly sweeping through the rows of people, Ron went completely still and swallowed loudly, turning to watch the entrance of the marquee and wait for Hermione to appear. His face softened immediately and he felt his heartbeat slow as his future wife stepped onto the soft red carpet holding onto her father for support. She laughed quietly as a small silky tear slid down his cheek.

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Felix ducked under the table, clutching a plate of wedding cake and crouching on the carpet. She jumped and smashed her head on the underside of the table when the tablecloth was lifted up and someone joined her on the floor.

"There you are, I've been looking for you!" George said as Felix shoved another forkful of cake into her mouth to avoid conversation. "Have you been ignoring me? Felix-"

"Mhmbhm." George took the cake away from Felix and waited for her to swallow the cake, which she did purposefully slowly. He slumped down from perching on his ankles and sat on the floor, gangly legs poking out slightly from the tablecloth. Felix sighed in defeat and sat herself on the floor, careful not to let her evening dress get crumpled. The dark green fabric tight at the waist, puffing out at the skirt and the halter neck and sweetheart neckline flattering to her pale skin and curvy figure. "George, I-" she began, flicking off her black heels.

"No, don't." He said softly and with what Felix feared was an undertone of hurt. "I'm sorry." She blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Wha-"