we could be the greatest thing that the world has ever seen || [n.l book two]

three

"Oh Jenni you look lovely!" Mrs. Weasley said as I walked into the kitchen in my dress. I twirled and my dress spun with me.

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley!" I said, smiling widely at her.

"Now, you go out there and make the most of this night!" She said and pushed me out the door. I walked to where the reception was being held and sat next to Harry, whom was disguised using Polyjuice Potion as a cousin of the Weasleys.

"So how's the camouflage going?" I asked him.

"Great, no one's blinked an eye at me." He said and I grinned. The wedding tune began playing and we all stood. Fleur and her father came walking down the aisle. He gave her away and the reception commenced.

It was a beautiful ceremony, Alex walked out in his little suit as the ring bearer and gave them the rings, to which they put them on each other's fingers.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." The priest said, and Bill swept Fleur off her feet and kissed her passionately. We all erupted in claps and whistles.

"Woo! Go bro!" I heard Fred and George tell from up front. We all filed into the other tent and began the celebration. Bill and Fleur danced in the centre of the room as I sat at a table by myself, drinking a wine glass full of firewhisky, me turning seventeen three months prior.

"Hey Emerson," Ron said, sitting next to me.

"Hey." I replied, looking at him gloomily.

"Aw, what's wrong chickie?" He asked.

"Enh, just forever alone." I complained.

"Well, come here for a minute." Ron said as he guided me through the crowd of tables and people.

"What is it?" I asked but to no answer. He stopped for a moment to admire Hermione from across the room, only to see her with Victor, as I had predicted. He glared at him and continued pulling me. We walked up to an older woman, around 85 or 90.

"Aunt Muriel, this is Jenni, my girlfriend." He said. WHAT?!

"Oh good! I've been dying to meet her!" Muriel exclaimed. "I'm great aunt Muriel, pleasure to see Ronald actually getting a girl to have some interest in him."

"Oh," I said, faking a grin. "Ron, honey, can I talk to you for a minute please, outside?" He nodded and I dragged him outside near the field by his wrist.

"What the hell Ron?!" I whispered angrily.

"Well you didn't want to be alone, and I needed someone to pretend to be my girlfriend!" He defended. "It's a win-win situation!"

"Ron, you do understand that she'll tell people that we are together, right?" I said sternly.

"Well, we'll just tell them we're not." He returned and I rolled my eyes.

"How long do we have to act like we're dating for?" I groaned.

"Until after the wedding."

"Why after?"

"Because it will take until then for her to leave." Ron said.

"Ugh, fine." I rolled my eyes again and we walked back in, him grabbing my hand and holding in his.

"What are you doing?" I said through gritted teeth, trying to smile and not look at him.

"Trying to play the part." He said, mimicking what I was doing. We returned to aunt Muriel when she asked us, "So how long have you two been dating?" We but out lips and looked at each other.