Chapter 25 : Expect a Masterpiece
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Chapter 25: Expect a Masterpiece
Hermione looked into her mirror and sighed a great sigh.
As she looked straight into the mirror, she said a few encouraging words to herself.
“I am going to marry Fredrick Nevan Weasley, the love of my life. I am going to be Mrs. Fred Weasley in a matter of minutes.”
Hermione jumped out of the vanity chair she had been sitting in and did a little happy dance in her wedding dress.
Just then Ginny had conveniently walked in.
“You know, you could fall and rip your beautiful wedding dress by doing that little happy dance of yours,” Ginny said, matter-of-factly.
Hermione, not quite realizing that Ginny was back in the room, did indeed trip and fall, but her beautiful dress was safe.
It was an ivory silk taffeta A-line gown, with a strapless draped bodice, and an empire sweetheart neckline accented with crystal beading and Chantilly lace, a natural waist, a low back, bow detail, and a chapel train. A Jim Hjelm original.
"I didn’t rip it!” Hermione said as Ginny helped her up.
“Yes. I see that.”
Hermione smiled triumphantly and sat back down in her chair to fix her hair.
Ginny stood behind her, fixing the back of her hair.
“Ginny, you know, that dress looks absolutely fabulous on you,” Hermione commented. It was another Jim Hjelm original, a sky/French blue satin-faced taffeta strapless, princess style, floor-length gown with a dropped gathered skirt.
"I know. You have a knack for picking out bridesmaids dresses,” Ginny agreed.
Then, Jane Granger bustled into the dressing room.
“Hermione, dear, you look amazing!” Jane crooned.
Hermione stood up and looked at her mother. “Thanks Mum. I feel amazing. And nervous and so many other emotions I can’t even begin to explain.”
“Then you know you’re ready to get married,” was all Jane told her daughter before running out.
Seconds later, Jane came back in. She looked a little crazed.
“It’s time to go dear!”
And with that, Hermione put a sticking charm on her makeup and hair, stuck a few tissues down the front of her bodice (just in case), and donned her heels. Ginny fixed Hermione’s train and pushed her out the dressing room door.
There, in the hallway, stood Hermione’s father.
“Daddy,” Hermione murmured.
“You look beautiful, Hermione,” David Granger said, willing the tears that were threatening to spill to stop.
Hermione smiled at her father who was looking at her so lovingly.
Ginny gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. “See you in there,” she told Hermione, before going out the side door that led to the chapel next door.
Hermione’s mother gave her a very tight hug. “You look beautiful, darling and Fred will absolutely die.”
“I’m very proud of you,” Jane whispered before exiting the same way Ginny had moments ago.
“Are you ready, Hermione dear?” David asked his only daughter.
“Yes, Daddy. I think I am.”
And so, David led his daughter to the back of the chapel, where the groomsmen and bridesmaids were waiting. Jane, Molly, and Arthur were already seated in the front pew of the chapel. Fred was standing at the alter with the reverend, anxiously waiting for his bride-to-be. Margaret and Lee were walking down the aisle together, followed by George and Ginny. Ginny had managed to turn around and wink at Hermione encouragingly.
Then Hermione was to walk down the aisle with her father.
Hermione looped her arm in her father’s and held tightly to her bouquet of phalaenopsis orchids and took her first step down the aisle with her father.
The standard Muggle wedding march began and one hundred or so guests stood and turned to look at the beautiful and beaming bride.
Fred gasped at the sight of Hermione. She looked more beautiful than anything he had ever seen.
He smiled radiantly at Hermione.
Hermione glided down the aisle with her father. Upon reaching the alter, David Granger handed Hermione to Fred, gladly giving him a hug. Fred and Hermione grasped each other’s hands.
Then, it was the reverend’s turn to speak.
“Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam…” the reverend stopped and smiled. “I’m just kidding. Ladies and gentlemen, as you all must know, we are all so happily gathered together to witness one of the most important days in this young couple’s life. Today is the day that Frederick Nevan Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger have chosen to unite themselves in holy matrimony. As custom in Muggle marriages, Fred and Hermione have decided to exchange personal vows, which they will now share with each other.”
Fred laced his fingers with Hermione’s and cleared his throat.
“As crazy as this may sound, I’ve known you for nearly half my life, but I’ve never gotten the chance to get to know you. That is, until that faithful day of days less than a year ago. That day ultimately changed my life.
“It was January 12, 2001. I was going to be meeting the journalist who would be living with me for a week in order to write about the “real me.” Luckily, it happened to be you. Truth be told, that first day was trying, but after sleeping on it, I was quite excited. However, on the second day, a Wednesday I believe, somehow, we managed to make this assignment very complicated: we were stuck together with invisible handcuffs. And in the remaining days of our assignment, through the happy times, trying times, lying times, I managed to fall in love with you. It was the certainly the best part of it, no matter how unexpected it was, and it wasn’t at all unwanted. I knew that last day of our assignment that I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m just lucky that you agreed, because you truly made me a better person. From here on out, I owe everything to you. I love you with my whole heart Mione.”
Molly and Jane, sitting in the front row, were sobbing into scraps of lace.
Hermione pulled a tissue from the front of her bodice and blew her nose. Ginny and Margaret giggled beside her.
“I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry, but here I am, crying,” Hermione laughed, wiping her eyes.
“Fred, love,” Hermione began after composing herself, “when I’m with you, I’m a different person. Not in a bad way or anything like that, but I feel as though I am the best person I could be. I love that feeling, that reassurance. You make me feel complete.
“Though that assignment of ours was unorthodox and crazy, I’ve come to terms with that aspect of it because you too, are unorthodox and crazy. That is exactly why I love you.
“You’ve opened my eyes to so many new things and you have pushed me in all the right directions thanks to your persistence and loving nature. I have no idea what I would do without you. You are my other half. I love you wholly and completely.”
Fred’s eyes glistened, but he dared not shed a tear.
The reverend began. “As each of you present at this ceremony can see, Fred and Hermione are madly in love. However, if anyone present believes that these two should not be united in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
There was silence that filled the chapel, bouncing off the stain-glass windows.
The reverend sighed contentedly. “George, Ginny, do you have the rings?”
Ginny pulled the ring out of nowhere (most likely somewhere in her dress) as George pulled his ring from a hidden pocket.
George handed the ring to his twin.
Fred took the ring and slipped it onto Hermione’s left ring finger.
“Do you, Frederick Nevan, take Hermione Jean to be your lawfully wedded wife, to cherish in sickness or in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, and for all eternity?”
“I do,” Fred said proudly, his eyes shining. “And do you, Hermione Jean, take Frederick Nevan to be your lawfully wedded husband, to cherish in sickness or in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, and for all eternity?”
Hermione sucked in her breath and gave a watery “I do.”
“Then by the power of love, I declare you bonded for life.”
The reverend pulled a wand out of his robes and about Fred and Hermione’s heads, brandished it as one would a sword. A shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiraling around their entwined fingers.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Fred delicately took Hermione’s face and placed upon her lips a kiss that melted her knees.
Above all the applause, the golden balloons way up above them burst with birds of paradise and tiny golden bells flying and floating, adding their own songs and chimes to the commotion.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Fred Weasley!”
Hermione and Fred practically ran down the aisle and Apparated away. Their guests didn’t even get a chance to see them Apparate away.
Moments later, the newlyweds popped up in their bedroom.
They instantly ravaged each other.
Fred hastily unzipped Hermione’s wedding dress and Hermione impatiently discarded Fred’s tuxedo jacket, pants, bowtie, shirt, and so on, since he indeed was wearing one.
“Won’t they miss us?” Hermione moaned as Fred kissed her neck.
“Oh not for fifteen minutes. George and Ginny will keep them occupied anyway.”
And then they proceed to consummate their marriage.
Twenty or so minutes later, they were redressed and they took careful measures to make sure that they looked appropriate. After all, they didn’t want their guests to know for certain what they had been doing up in their bedroom while everyone was out in the backyard since their disappearance from the chapel.
Feeling like wasting even more time, they made their way down to their backyard from their bedroom on the third floor, occasionally pausing to get a good snog in.
After nine minutes and forty-three seconds exactly, Hermione and Fred graced their guests with their presence. (Their guests were quite lucky. Fred and Hermione didn’t want to, you must know.)
All of their guests were already patiently awaiting the newlyweds, sitting at tables or milling about, talking with other guests.
“Congratulations Fred and Hermione!” their guests cried as they walked into the magnificently decorated backyard.
It was lit with fairy-lights and the silver snow twinkled. The temperature was just right, due to the charms placed all around their lovely home. It felt like a warm spring day, despite being the first of January.
Ginny, of course, was the first to bombard Hermione and Fred, and obviously dragging along Harry. (Evan and Bryrony were with Molly and Arthur.)
“Hello lovebirds! Have a nice little getaway? I can only imagine,” Ginny said, smiling hugely. “I must say, I had a fun time stalling while we all waited for your arrival.”
Hermione blushed a little and Fred squeezed her hand.
“Yes, in fact, we did. Thank you,” Hermione said, giving a secret smile.
“I remember our wedding. Couldn’t wait to get rid of everyone. The second one obviously,” Harry said, a remembering-look present on his face.
“Second? What second wedding? There was a first? You only got married once, didn’t you?” Fred asked, a little perplexed.
Ginny turned a pale pink while Harry instantly flushed.
Hermione whispered to him, “I’ll tell you later.”
“Okay. Never mind. So what did you do to distract everyone?”
Ginny perked up that Fred dropped the subject (and that she didn’t have to tell him about it later). “Oh Fred. You had to know that I would do something quite clever. George did help a bit, however. I sang a song, just an ordinary song, and George accompanied with a few explosions. And we didn’t even practice beforehand. We just did it.”
“It went off quite swimmingly,” Harry admitted. “But, now that you’re here, your duty as the bride and groom is to greet your guests,” Harry said authoritatively.
“Yes, father,” Hermione joked, sounding overly proper (you know what I’m talking about). “We’ll go and greet our marvelous guests. Come Mr. Weasley.”
“Oh, yes certainly darling, Mrs. Weasley,” Fred said, very amused at this little game.
And so, the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, met with every single guest; all 153 of them. (Not including the various Weasley offspring. That added about seven to the guest count.)
And then, they ate food.
And occasionally, throughout dinner, guests tapped their champagne flutes or rang the bells that were on each table, and Fred and Hermione had to kiss. Of course, they loved the fact that they could now publically show affection (you remember those couple of months or so where they were secretly dating, yeah?). However, oftentimes, they were eating, therefore, they were chewing the food that was in their mouth when these bells rang and the champagne flutes chimed. And this made Hermione a little unhappy since Fred constantly chewed with his mouth open. (But she forgave him every time.)
After all of this greeting and eating, the wedding party, minus Fred and Hermione obviously, decided that they wanted to make toasts. So, Fred, Ginny, Lee, Margaret, Ron, Angelina, Arthur, and David (Granger) made speeches.
David went first. He said that he was so glad to have found the perfect son-in-law. And he was perfect, because he wasn’t perfect. Somehow, he went off on a little tangent on teeth and orthodontia (you should get it: teeth, being perfect…oh never mind). But the wedding guests understood where he was coming from; a father wants only the best for his only daughter.
Then it was Arthur’s turn. He talked about how he loved coming home to the Burrow and having Hermione there, because she was just so intelligent and level-headed; she kept all his boys in line. And now, he didn’t have to keep Fred in line now that he was no longer a bachelor, but a married man.
Then George went.
He started off pretty slow, talking about how, as twins, that he and Fred shared everything and did everything together. That was who they were, twins. Eventually, they both realized that they’d go their own ways. They wouldn’t do the exact same things anymore. That was apparent when George settled down with Alicia and Fred was dating a different girl every night. Then he fast forwarded to January 2001.
He mentioned that night that he, Alicia, Lee, Angelina, Katie and Oliver came over to get Fred and Hermione and take them to the Elf’s Pixie. Lee had made references to Fred’s “type” and how he received glares from all three girls, because they saw that Hermione was perfect for Fred due to her wit, intelligence, level-headedness and beauty. And then, later on, after the trial and everything else, after getting to know Hermione better, George realized that Hermione was his twin’s soul mate.
George said how he learned to love Hermione as a sister and wished his twin and his bride only the best. And, not to mention, be blessed with many smart, trouble-making children.
The guests were so very delighted by George’s very different aura, one that was created by being a family-man.
After George, it was Ginny’s turn.
“Now, if you don’t know about Hermione’s obsession with the colour red, I’ll tell you. When you ask Hermione her favourite colour, she will answer ‘red.’ If you ask her about her favourite pair of shoes, she’ll tell you her red pumps. You ask her what her favourite outfit is, she’ll say ‘my red dress.’ Favourite food – spaghetti; favourite fruit – apple; favourite vegetable – tomato. Okay, why anyone would have a favourite vegetable is beyond me, but Hermione Weasley does. The list can go on after that. But listen to this: when you ask her about her favourite red-headed Weasley, which is obviously redundant, she’ll answer Fred, not me.”
Most, if not all, of the guests laughed at this.
Ginny waited, pausing dramatically and smirking a bit.
“And you know what, I’m quite alright with that. First, I’m a Potter. Second, she happens to be madly in love with Fred. It just makes sense.”
Then she finished up with loving words and best wishes.
Margaret went after Ginny. She began by saying that she wasn’t a good public speaker because she tended to get off on a tangent and how she loves puppies and Kneazles and that Remember the Titans and The Princess Bride are her favourite movies and that chartreuse is a really ugly colour. But anyway. Margaret mentioned how she and Hermione bonded over their fondness of the Muggle band Cartel, and well as their connection to Ron. Then she mentioned how she actually saw the progress of Hermione and Fred’s relationship, and how they truly fell in love. It was very fairytale-ish. She also said how she couldn’t wait to see how their love would grow even more.
And, of course, she wished the newlyweds extreme happiness. And to refer to her special little book that Hermione received as a bridal party gift.
After Margaret, Lee decided that he’d try to say something eloquent (which could be a feat, considering he had had at least three glasses of champagne already).
And this is what Dear Lee the Eloquent said.
“You think you know a man. Then he goes and gets married.”
There were a few chuckles as Lee downed the remainder of his champagne.
“Well, I want to get to know this married man. Weird, I know, but he very well may teach me something. I know I’m single and I don’t want to end up alone.”
Lee looked pointedly at Olivia, Hermione’s third cousin, twice removed. She giggled. She found him extremely attractive and funny.
“Hermione, love, you’re amazing. I wish you both loads of the best. Oh, and Hermione, d’you think you can find me a you?”
And with that, Lee sat down.
Okay, so Lee’s speech certainly wasn’t eloquent, but it was very sweet.
Angela decided that she should go after Lee.
“Fred, Hermione, just by looking at the two of you, you’d have to be blind if you can’t see how in love you are. Fred, I love you like the brother I’ve never had, and Hermione, from what I know of you, I’m sure I’ll love you. May you both be overwhelmed with many Weasley’s in the future as well as experience amazing sex. May your love grow exponentially and never fade. Oh, and don’t forget to send boxes and boxes of pictures from your honeymoon in Fiji.”
Ron went last.
He told about how it’s so crazy that his older brother married his best friend and former girlfriend, as well as how perfect they are together. He wished them all the best, like everyone else, and hoped that Fred and Hermione always remembered that he would be there for them.
The speeches were over. Hermione and Fred thanked their friends and family immensely. And it was time for the newlyweds’ first dance as husband and wife.
Fred swept Hermione onto the floor before the song even began.
Slowly, an acoustic guitar begins playing.
It was the Greatest Story Ever Told.
Thank you for this moment
I've gotta say how beautiful you are
Of all the hopes and dreams I could have prayed for
Here you are
Fred gently kissed Hermione as she wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, Mione,” he whispered.
Hermione blushed. “I love you Fred.”
She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, tuning out the music. All she needed to hear was his heart.
You know I never could explain
The way I lost my heart to you
but if destiny decided I should look the other way
then the world would never know
the greatest story ever told
“You know, if it weren’t for that assignment, we wouldn’t be married right now and be completely in love. I might have still been a workaholic and killing myself slowly and you might have been wasting away with all of those girls. But, this is destiny.”
“Truly the greatest story ever told,” Fred added before giving a laugh. “I hate being cliché!”
“That’s okay. Hating being cliché is cliché in itself!”
I don't hear the music
When I'm looking in your eyes
But I feel the rhythm of your body
Close to mine
It's the way we touch, it soothes me
It's the way we'll always be
Hermione looked up into Fred’s handsome face and couldn’t help but smile.
Fred caressed Hermione’s face lovingly, feeling the sense of wholeness, that oneness.
And if I lived a thousand years
You know I never could explain
The way I lost my heart to you
but if destiny decided I should look the other way
then the world would never know
the greatest story ever told
and did I tell you that I love you
just how much I really need you
did I tell you that I love you tonight
“I love you Hermione Weasley.”
“And I love you, Fred Weasley,” Hermione replied, kissing her husband. Her husband.
The song ended and the father of the bride stepped in. Fred found his mother and he spun her onto the dance floor.
Father and daughter; mother and son, dancing to Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion.
After those special dances, the rest of the guests joined the newlyweds and the father of the bride and mother of the groom and began dancing to “Honestly” by Cartel, obviously. And after that, various other types of music.
They played games too!
They did the Limbo. Hermione won.
The played Musical Chairs. Hermione won.
And then, they had the Garter Toss and Bouquet Toss, before the cake, but after mush champagne.
Fred removed Hermione’s garter with his teeth (naughty boy) and Ron caught it.
Hermione then threw her bouquet and Margaret caught it.
Ron put Hermione’s garter on Margaret, who giggled the entire time.
(If that wasn’t big enough of a hint for Ron to propose to Margaret, he was truly an idiot.)
Then, they ate really good cake.
It was a three tier cake with white frosting and tangerine-coloured roses. On the top tier, under a white sugar trellis, there was a mini- Fred and Hermione, perfect dow to the last detail.
They cut the cake and it was a picture perfect moment. Fred and Hermione fed each other their cake civilly, and neither “missed” the other’s mouth.
Eventually, after hours more of good wedding fun, the guests were weeding out. So much, that only immediate family as well as a few really close friends (i.e.: Lee, Angelina, Luna, Neville, Katie, Oliver and Hermione’s relative Olivia) were left.
They all sat around and talked and talked about how exciting their life would now be.
Around midnight, Fred and Hermione insisted everyone to go home. They either made them Apparate or Floo (if they weren’t in any condition to Apparate or were a Muggle).
So, George and Alicia Flooed home with a peacefully sleeping Abena. Ginny and Harry Apparated with Evan and Bryrony. Ron and Margaret Flooed. Bill and Fleur managed to gather their brood, half completely out and the rest half awake, and Flooed home. Charlie, Nadia, and a sleeping Cea Flooed to the Burrow with Moll, Arthur, Jane and David. Percy and Penelope Apparated home, completely sober. Lee took the Floo so he could bring Olivia home with him. Katie and Oliver Apparated home, sloshed, but managed not to splinch themselves. Angelina Apparated home alone, while Luna and Neville Apparated back to their flat.
“Thank God! They’re all gone!” Hermione cried as Neville and Luna finally left. She turned and looked at her husband.
Fred scooped her up, bridal style.
“So, Mrs. Weasley, shall we Floo to Fiji now or wait until the morning?”
“Well, Mr. Weasley,” Mrs. Weasley said, kissing her husband, “it happens to already be morning and I would love to have my way with you in Fiji.”
“Fiji it is then!” Mr. Weasley cried, Apparating them to their bedroom, from whence they gathered their luggage and Flooed to their hotel in Fiji.
Hermione Weasley immediately slinked off into the bathroom with a rather plain looking box.
“I’ll be right back love. Get ready for me,” she told Fred.
“Will do!” he said eagerly.
It seemed that Hermione was in the loo for eternity, but she finally came out. Fred’s eyes almost popped out of his face.
She was wearing Ginny’s present. (You know: lacy, white, skimpy to the max.)
“Mrs. Weasley, I must say, you look ravishing,” Fred managed to say.
“Well Mr. Weasley, do with me as you please,” Hermione responded.
Fred simply could not resist. His wife was irresistible.
And so, the madly in love couple made love in Fiji into the wee hours of the morning, as couples oftentimes do (but not always in Fiji).
“Oh, and Fred, I have a book!”
“Oh, what kind of book?”
“A really stimulating book!”
“Does it involve a lot of reading?”
“Oh, it’s that kind of book!”
“That’s why I fell in love with you! You’re so smart!”
“Not to mention irresistible! Can’t forget irresistible!”
“No, definitely not!”
As they say, love is an irresistible desire.
AN: OMFG! 4242 words. I only have the epilogue left! GASP!
R & R, my lovelies! I need to know what you think!
Song: Greatest Story Ever Told sung by Oliver James.
As always, here is the quote: When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.
-- John Ruskin
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