A Chance Encounter | Fred Weasley

One-Shot: The Wedding

"Why do we have to dress like this? Clara knows that I'm going to untuck my shirt before the ceremony even starts."

"Well, she's under enough stress as it is. I don't think you wanna add to that, do you?"

Michael rolled his eyes at his brother as he gave up his argument, allowing his brother to tie his tie and straighten out his dress robes. He glanced out of his window to see the Weasleys placing decorations and arranging flowers in the large tent that had been set up that morning. In all honesty, he thought Bill and Fleur were a little crazy to have their wedding at a time like this. They were on the brink of a wizarding war, and this is how they wanted to handle things? Clara had told him he was too young to understand what was going on. He teased her and said she was too old and was losing her mind.

He looked back at his brother who was now looking in the floor length mirror at the opposite side of the room and tying his own tie.

"Roman," Michael started, taking a seat on the bed.

"Mm?" Roman grunted, trying to wipe a dirt stain off of his robes.

"Do you think you'll ever get married?"

Roman let out a bigger laugh than Michael expected. "I'm already married, Mikey."

"Let me guess...to your job?"

Roman winked at Michael through his reflection in the mirror. "As it should be. Dragons are my life."

"Yeah, but don't you want more?"

Roman raised an eyebrow at his brother. "Since when did you get so sentimental?"

Michael looked at Roman more directly. "Just answer the question."

Roman pondered the thought as he looked himself over one last time. "Maybe."

Michael nodded. "Do you think Fred and Clara will get married?"

Roman laughed again. "They didn't even tell each other they like each other yet. At the rate they're going, you might be graduated and married by the time they even have their first kiss."

Michael chuckled. "Let's really hope not." He gazed around the room, lost in thought once again. "Roman?"

"Yes, Mikey: man-of-a-million-questions?"

"Who's going to walk Clara down the aisle if she gets married?"

Roman paused as he turned to Michael. Michael's face was torn between being curious and being sad for the loss of their father. Roman smirked as he walked over and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, squeezing it briefly. "We'll toss a coin, how does that sound?"

Michael let out a small smile as he playfully pushed his brother's hand off of his shoulder. "Or we'll let her pick her favorite brother to walk her."

"Then you're giving yourself absolutely no chance!" Roman joked as the two started to leave their room.

"That's what you think!" Michael called behind him as he jogged quickly down the stairs.

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Roman's eyes fluttered open slowly, his gazed fixed on the ceiling above him.

It was Clara's wedding day. It had taken her and Fred nearly two years to finally get through all of the planning and detail ironing, which Roman had to laugh at considering his conversation with Michael had been partially true. By now, Michael would have been graduated and maybe even had a girlfriend of his own.