Love, Lupin

Part Forty-Eight

There was no Order meeting, however the Black house was filled with members as wedding plans were spread across the table.

"I don't care what flowers we have, I just want to marry the woman I love," Bill Weasley sighed, pushing the magazine he and his mother had been staring at for at least an hour aside. The table laughed at the man as Mrs. Weasley urged the members to vote on which flavor of cake they liked best.

"He's right you know. I'm not sure why you made me come to the wedding planning, guys don't get all crazy over this stuff," Remus leaned to whisper to Bobbie who was seated next to him.

"Because he is your friend and he needs our support," Bobbie hushed the man as she and El perused the different dress options Fluer had picked out.

Bobbie looked up and saw Fred scowling at her from across the table, snapping his gaze away as she met his eye. She sighed as she watched her friend push his chair away and move to sit on the sofa on the other side of the room.

Sirius met Bobbie's stare, raising an eyebrow at the girl. She shrugged and tried to push the events from her mind to focus on the wedding planning.

Mrs. Weasley went around placing a veil on El, Bobbie, Tonks, and Fluer's heads having them model the white pieces of fabric. The girls giggled and they danced around the room as Fluer waved her wand to the record player to blare music about the room.

"You'll make an excellent bride," Sirius laughed as he toyed with the veil that rested upon Bobbie's head. "Moony when are you going to pop the question, we've been waiting patiently."

Remus glared at his friend before glancing over to Bobbie who truly did look gorgeous with the angelic veil that framed her beautiful face. "Anyone fancy a butterbeer?" he asked, before leaving the two to hide in the kitchen.

Bobbie scowled, snatching the veil from her head and throwing it on the table. They spent the better part of the afternoon voting on different aspects of Bill and Fluer's wedding, excited as the big day was nearing. The Order needed a happy event to distract them from following Death Eaters and the feelings of impending doom.

***

Bobbie and Remus laid together in their bed that evening as he read to the girl whos head was rested upon his chest. They were reading Wuthering Heights and Bobbie listened to her boyfriend's musical voice as his free hand mindlessly played with her hair.

"Can I ask you something?" Bobbie asked as she looked up at the man.

Remus hummed as he closed the book, resting it on his side. "Anything darling."

"Do you not want to marry me?" She asked, sitting up in their bed to face him. He sighed, running a hand through his overgrown brown locks. "It's just every time someone mentions a wedding or a future between us you freeze up and I ju-"

"I can't marry you Bobbie," he interrupted. Bobbie frowned as her head fell to stare down at her hands. "Being married to me, to a werewolf, it will destroy your reputation."

"God, Remus, how many times do I have to tell you I do not care!"

Remus shook his head, sitting up further on the bed. "Well you should, you're on your way to becoming an excellent healer. Marrying me, taking my last name, it will ruin your life. You shouldn't have to deal with this lifestyle."

"You always make the choices about what is best for me and my life!" she shouted as she sprung off the bed.

"You don't even know what you're saying," Remus sighed as he too rose from the bed, much slower as he was experiencing the adverse effects of the moon.

The pair stared at each other from either end of the bed for a moment. "I want to be with you forever," Bobbie whispered.

"And we can have forever without being married."

Bobbie shook her head as it fell to stare down at her wooly sock clad feet, the pair of them silently acknowledging that it was not the same. Remus let out a frustrated breath from his nose, silently leaving their room.

"I should have a say in this, you know. I want to marry you!" She shouted from her spot, hearing Remus's footsteps cease on the old wooden staircase.

Remus appeared at the doorway, leaning on the wood. "Well then fine lets get married," Remus sighed, a smile replacing the frown that resided on his lips. "Lets get married," he said again, much happier this time.

"Fine lets get married," Bobbie grinned, running into Remus's arms and placing her lips on his. He lifted the girl from the ground, kissing her deeply. She furrowed her brow at the man as he set her on the floor and started digging around in his end table drawers before pulling out a thin piece of rope.

He knelt by her feet and took her left hand into his. "Bobbie Granger will you spend the rest of your life with me?" The girl nodded feverishly and Remus sported the biggest smile she had ever seen as he tied the thin piece of rope around her ring finger.

She pulled him by his sweater to follow her down the stairs and she waved her wand to the cupboard in the kitchen, two tea mugs flying to the counter. Remus grabbed the half empty bottle of FireWhisky from the coffee table and poured a bit into each of the mugs.

"Dance with me," Remus stated, taking the tea mug from her hands and placing it on the counter.

"But we don't have any music, you broke the record player," she giggled as wrapped her arms around his neck.

"We don't need any," he whispered. His arms wound around her waist, pulling her into his chest. They stayed like that for a while slow dancing in the kitchen to a tune Remus was humming softly.

"I want to take your last name, or hyphen it at the very least," Bobbie stated as she rose her head from his chest. "I know what comes with it and I don't care. I want to be part of you, forever."

Remus looked down at the girl, as he towered over her small frame and smiled. "Alright Mrs. Lupin," he said softly before pecking her lips.