American Teen-the Sequel

Wedding Bells pt 3

When it was time for the first dance, George walked up to me and offered me his hand. I gladly accepted and moved to the dance floor with him, forever thankful I'm wearing flats. 

"Wow George. You haven't stepped on my feet or messed up once. I'm impressed. Back in sixth year I thought you had enchanted your shoes to be attracted to my feet."

"I wasn't that bad, was I?" I gave him a look. He had no sense of rhythm at all. "Fine. But maybe I was distracted by the fact that I was dancing with the most beautiful girl on the planet."

"Well you're not messing up right now. Are you saying I no longer fluster you George? Because we have to change that."

"I took some lessons. But the instructor wasn't nearly as good as you were back then. It's not nearly as entertaining unless your dance partner is insulting your lack of rhythm with every step."

"George, I almost lost the ability to use my feet that day. I'm surprised we didn't get sued for damages when you got these lessons." He laughed. I spent the rest of the first dance with my head resting on his chest, perfectly content with how everything turned out tonight. Afterwards, people joined us on the dance floor and the tempo of the songs started to speed up. Just as I was about to collapse from exhaustion, Katie called out for speeches. We had decided there would only be three speeches. Katie, for me, Bill, for George, and Ginny because she could speak for both of us.

Katie went first. "I met Margaret in my sixth year. She was sitting alone in a compartment as an American transfer student. We decided to join her and learn more about her. The best decision I ever made. Eventually, George joined us with Fred and Lee. From that moment, we all knew George fancied her. He never took his eyes off her for the entire train ride. And he asked her more questions than he did in his entire academic career. He wasn't the only one who fancied the new girl. Everyone in the school did. She was foreign, pretty, smart, and funny. Any guy would have killed to date her. I swear George almost did a few times. Any girl would have killed to be her friend too. I was so lucky to be in her dorm because it seemed that everyone wanted to be friends with the strange American. As we grew closer, I discovered why. She's fiercely loyal and would do anything to protect those in need. She always find the best in a bad situation. And she stands up for what she believes in. All of these qualities make her the most badass person on the planet. So George, don't lose her. Because I'm sure everyone here would kill you." All my bridesmaids and Katie gave George a pointed look, causing me to burst out laughing. "Best wishes to the happy couple!" Katie concluded. I gave her a hug.

George leaned over to me. "You know, that's the second time today they've all sent me death stares. Should I be concerned?"

"Just a little" I replied, keeping my focus on the next person. 

"My turn." Bill announced. "I heard about Margaret way before I met her. George and Fred never shut up about their new American friend and all the brilliant pranks she pulled with them. While Fred purely just thought she was the coolest person at the school, besides him and George, I could tell George thought more of Margaret. It got to the point where we had to hold him down and cast the silencing charm on him in order to get him to shut up. He was infatuated with her. Every letter he wrote home consisted of Margaret's name at least ten times. But when I finally met Margaret, I thought 'poor George. He's never going to be able to get the girl'. Margaret was , and is, beautiful, and George is George. Plus, Margaret has some strange ability where she can make conversation with anyone and get along with anyone, but also looks like she could kill you with a single glance. Yet everyone gets along with her! So I never thought I would be standing here seeing them get married. But I'm happy it worked out. Here's to Margaret and George!"

George then spoke up. "Did anyone here think I would marry Margaret?" No one raised their hands. He scoffed.

"Don't worry, Georgie. It's not my fault I'm just so much better than you in every single way so everyone prefers me." He rolled his eyes at me and kissed the top of my head.

"That was a great speech, Bill. But now it's time for me. I'm the one who should be thanked for keeping the happy couple together. Because last year when George royally screwed up, I went to his flat and slapped, literally, some sense back into him." George looked embarrassed at Ginny exposing him in front of his family. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "But I knew even without my interference these two would find their way back to each other. George loves her too much. And Margaret has sustained way too many head injuries to not love George." I laughed. Poor George was just getting hammered. "I was going to bash George more, but it seems like he got a lot of it today, so I just won't say anything. But you two are meant for each other. Like bread and butter. Enjoy your life as a married couple, and don't mess it up."

"I was the one who got my ear sliced off! I think that's a lot of head trauma! Maybe more than you" He grumbled into my ear. 

"George, you had no brain damage. I checked you. Stop being so dramatic and come dance with me."

"Again? My feet are about to fall off. How do you have all this energy?" 

"Fine. If you won't dance with me then I'm going to go find the much cuter best man." George was incredibly offended until he remembered Teddy was the best man. So instead of getting up to duel someone, he sat down and watched Teddy and I dance. 

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Eventually everyone went home. It had been a long night. Andromeda graciously took Teddy so we could have a night to ourselves. 

"That was a lot" I said, exhausted as I collapsed on the bed in my wedding dress.

"I can't believe everyone thinks you are so much better than me" George said, sitting down next to me.

"You're still not over that? Not everyone is perfect. It just so happens you have more imperfections than most." 

George picked up a pillow and smacked me with it. 

"Don't you dare ruin this dress George Weasley."

"How about you take it off so I don't have to ruin it?" George suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "I have that blanket. We could lay it across the bed. That is how couples are supposed to celebrate getting married."

"Suddenly I'm not so tired anymore."

"You take off that dress; I'll go get the blanket" He gave me a quick kiss as he ran off to get the blanket we had gotten married on a few hours ago. 

Now we're a very happy married couple.