the boys who loved ~ drarry

xliv. the wedding.

the wedding. well anticipated in the weasley, lupin-black-potter, granger households. harry was excited as fuck. but, mrs. weasley moved charlie to ron's room along with harry and him, giving bill a room alone. oy vey, he thought as charlie moved his essential stuff into ron's bathroom. the night of harry's birthday slowly fading into the morn of bill and fleur's wedding. charlie greeted them with "sup, younger brothers no. 4&5" they greeted him back with 'sup's as well. ron took his bed leaving charlie and harry in a slight dilemma. there was only one mattress. (whoops!). "ron, switch with me," he said to ron. charlie huffed and said "i don't bite, bitch, just sleep, hopefully you don't snore," harry chucked a pillow that hit charlie square on the head and said "nah, ron's the snorer," in return ron chucked a pillow at harry and said "how you like that, bitch?" harry stuck up his middle finger and said "i don't," 

harry had to share his mattress with charlie and decided he had to give it a shot. charlie was already on his side and harry laid on his. harry sighed and said "try to keep your hands to yourself, i have a boyfriend," charlie spitefully turned and put his hand and leg over harry's waist and his legs completely ignoring the fact that harry just told him that he had a boyfriend. harry huffed in annoyance and said "no getting rid of this is there?" ron and charlie sympathetically shook their heads. charlie moved back to his place and harry put a blanket over himself. a couple of minutes later, he heard ron's snores coming from his bed and all the sleep that was building up, left him. he stayed awake for sometime until he heard charlie move. he picked up his wand and cast a tempus charm and saw 1:30?! what and when the fuck did that happen?! he closed his eyes and hoped to catch some sleep, so as to not look like a zombie tomorrow. just as he was about to finally  get some sleep, he felt an arm around his torso. less than three seconds later, a leg launched itself towards harry's knees and bound him like thick ropes made of charlie. for fuck sake, he thought. he knew he had no other option, but to try and do this just for the night. he reluctantly hugged charlie back, and fell asleep around two. 

he woke up with his face buried in a pillow. or what he thought was a pillow. he tried to pulled away, but charlie had an iron grip on him. "charlie?" he whispered so as to not wake anyone else, ron up. "no, harry just fucking sleep, won't you?" and charlie only tightened his grip on harry. "it's your brother's wedding, and your the bloody best man, wake up before i splash your face with water!" charlie instantly yet reluctantly woke up. he looked around and said "five more minutes" and went back to sleep. harry looked at him disapprovingly and went downstairs. he didn't see anyone downstairs, so he cast a tempus and saw 5:30. oy vey, he thought, might as well do something useful. he looked around in their pantry and found things for pancakes. he remembered sirius and remus' wedding morning, where there was no breakfast and he made pancakes. he counted the amount of people, 17. two pancakes per person, 34. he always made batches of 6, which meant he'd have 2 pancakes remaining for sadie and the other pets. he sighed and started making the batter. he never cooked with magic, even when he found his powers, he found joy in cooking the muggle way. he lit the stove, unfortunately with his powers and set the pan with some oil. he put in a heart mould and put in some batter. he started with the pancakes and by the time he was on his thirtieth, mrs. wealsey walked in. he was so into the cooking that he got startled when she said "oh harry dear! let me take care of that!" he accidentally increased the fire on the stove, but then controlled it and looked back at her and said "nah, it's your sons wedding, you've been working for hours and merlin know what time you went to sleep, just sit on the sofa and i'll finish up here, don't you worry," she smiled, knowing that he wouldn't budge, and walked to the couch. 

within minutes, she was out cold. the fire wasn't lit, so he did that and summoned his blanket and put it on her, by hand. he swore he saw her smile. he finished up with breakfast, put heating charms on the pancakes and began the drinks. five chocolate milks, five teas and seven coffees. he finished everything and woke everyone up. he decided to quickle whip some cream alongside the pancakes because they'd take time to freshen up. when he finished, he decided to plate everyone's dishes(masterchef style). he went outside to their owlery and fed the owls, and went up to his room and fed sadie as well. he woke up mrs. weasley who shot up in an instant, and served everyone their breakfast and drinks. he leaned against the counter with his plate in one hand and hoping that his oversized jumper wouldn't get creamed. everyone took a bite and slumped into their seats with a content smile. "it's better than last time," said sirius. harry smiled and sat with ron and bill. ron scarfed down his pancakes and hoped to get more "sorry, i fed the pets," ron scowled at him and mouthed a 'fuck you' which mr. weasley transmitted and said "ron! that's not how you talk to harry!" harry snickered. after breakfast, he insisted on clearing his mess, even though there was close to none, while mrs. weasley helped fleur get ready. he finished the dishes and went outside where they were setting up the marquee.