When Granger meets Jackson

Percy - V

I was freaking out while I stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for Annabeth. Paul, who was my best man, clapped me on the back.

"You'll be fine Percy. The two of you are perfect for each other and you're going to do great."

I swallowed nervously as Jason gave me a reassuring smile from his position as Officiator for the wedding. Yeah, wedding. Annabeth and I had been engaged for two years and had decided that it was finally time for us to get married.

"I know that Paul, but I-I"

"Don't feel that you're ready?" He asked, a knowing smile on his face.

"Yeah. It's big step, especially for demigods. Chiron said that this was the first wedding Camp's had in centuries."

Paul placed a hand on my shoulder. "Percy, I've watched you grow from a lanky fourteen-year old teen to the young man you are today. Believe me, you are ready for this. You and Annabeth, you've known that you would end up together for years, this is just an official confirmation of that. The anxiety you're feeling is completely normal. In fact, I'd be concerned if you were totally calm."

"Why's that?"

"It shows that you care." He simply said.

I nodded, feeling slightly calmer. Discretely wiping my sweaty hands on the sides of my outfit, which was a cross between a toga and a suit, I faced the entrance to the pavilion.

We had decided to have it at the newly constructed pavilion at Camp Half-Blood, with Hermione being the only outsider to have been invited. She knew how dangerous our secret was and had perfectly understood why she couldn't bring her parents with her. As a witch, she was technically considered a legacy of Hecate and allowed into Camp, with her blood relation to us strengthening that bond. 

Fred and George had been asked to join a research team at the Ministry of Magic and their work time somehow clashed with the wedding dates, which I was really grateful for. It had saved us a lot of worry, as he had had no idea about our world and we weren't allowed to tell him. After all, we had already stretched the rules with Hermione and I didn't want to piss of Zeus any more than I could help. 

The music being played by the Apollo cabin changed and everyone turned to face the entrance from where the procession was supposed to enter. Mom was sitting in the first row of seats, tears in her eyes as she smiled at me. "My baby's getting married!" she mouthed.  Hermione was next to her, a wide grin on her face as she flashed me a thumbs up. The nervousness slightly reducing, I turned to the entrance of the tent where I could see the first pair of people entering.

First were Grover and Juniper, followed by Frank and Hazel, Leo and Calypso, Nico and Reyna and Will and Piper. The girls had all picked out differently coloured dresses, but the guys, like me, had lost interest in the frantic clothes shopping after listening to the Aphrodite kids spend hours discussing colours and their symbolism. They decided to wear identical dark blue suits, with the only difference being the different coloured flowers pinned to the lapels of their jackets to match the dresses of the bridesmaids they were walking with.  

Last came Thalia, who was Annabeth's maid of honour. It was weird to see her without her ever-present parka and ripped jeans, but she looked really good in the shimmering silver and gold dress, her silver circlet glinting in the sunlight. It had been a bit of an issue deciding what customs we wanted to follow, but we finally settled on a mixture of traditions with most of the decor and clothes being Greek-style. 

Then came Coach Hedge and Mellie's kid, Chuck, trotting up the aisle in a tiny little tux. He was our ring bearer and Estelle, our flower-girl was a few steps behind him, keeping a close eye on him. (We cited the same exception as Hermione for Estelle, but Mom, Paul and Annabeth's dad, Fredrick needed special permission from the Camp Director. The Aphrodite girls told us not to worry about it and had somehow managed to get an unusually grumpy Mr. D to give the three of them permission to come.)