black and white ✰ g.w.

CHAPTER FIVE

The day of Bill and Fleur's wedding had finally arrived, and Olivia was quite relieved. While she had not been apart of a lot of the stressful preparation, she had witnessed what the pressure of the whole thing had done to everyone that lived in the Burrow, and she was glad that they could all finally relax once the day was over.

While most of the Weasley men were outside setting up the marquee, Olivia and a few of the others were finishing getting ready inside. Olivia had already put on her new maroon dress, done her hair, and had just finished with her makeup when she made her way downstairs. Upon entering the kitchen, she saw that she had come across an interesting scene: Harry and Ginny had clearly thought that they were alone, only to be embarrassed by George.

"Morning," he said to the two with a wink.

"Must you be a pest to your sister?" Olivia asked, coming to stand beside him.

"That's sort of my job as a brother, so... yes."

Olivia rolled her eyes at him playfully before mouthing 'sorry' to Harry and Ginny, who awkwardly separated and left the room.

Looking back at George, she noticed something that made her give him a look and ask, "And now why do you have a toothbrush in your ear?"

George put his hand to his one ear that was still intact. "There's not a toothbrush in my ear."

"The other one, dingus."

"Now, now, no need for name-calling."

"I will name-call as I please. Answer my question."

"I already did. There is no toothbrush in my ear."

"Okay, fine. Why is there a toothbrush in the hole in your head where an ear used to be?"

"Ah, excellent question... that I don't have an answer to."

"It's not even noon and you're already pushing it."

George just gave her a mischievous grin before kissing her forehead.

"Trying to win me over with forehead kisses, I see," Olivia said in her best annoyed voice as she tried to suppress the blush threatening to appear on her cheeks.

"Is it working?" George asked with a smirk.

"It is, goddammit."

George continued to grin at her. "I like the new dress."

"Good, because it was bloody expensive."

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In the time frame between when the first wedding guests began to arrive and when the ceremony itself was set to begin, Olivia and Hermione, being the only two girls with nothing to do, spent that time together, mostly talking about complicated things that the average person would not be able to understand if they were to overhear the conversation. In fact, they were doing just that when they passed by Percy's old bedroom and unintentionally became the victims of an old woman's scrutiny.

"Oh, dear, is this the Muggle-born?" said a voice from inside of the room. Both girls stopped in their tracks and warily turned in the direction of the owner of the voice and saw a very elderly woman looking pointedly at Hermione. From what George had told her, Olivia safely assumed this was Muriel.