Chapter 8 : The Wedding
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Sometimes, people stare at themselves in the mirror and see what they want to see-perfection. Other times, people stare at themselves in the mirror and see what they really are-flawed in some tiny way.
I, however, don’t see either. I see the most alienated thing out there.
That thing is me, wearing a red, tight, v-necked, short, dress.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Oh hush up,” Rose playfully glared at me, while bouncing up my hair, to make it look nice and curly. “You look beautiful.”
“Enough to make Potter like me?” I asked her, a somewhat hopeful sound in my voice.
She only laughed, though. “I can’t believe Vic’s getting married to Teddy though,” she said, laughing to herself then. “Our Teddy. Professor Lupin.”
“Oi, who’s your date, anyways?” I asked her suspiciously, only just remembering.
She smiled a little, humming to herself as she continued playing with and pinning up my hair. “Rose.” She still didn’t answer. “Are you even going to bother answering?” Her humming got louder. “Oh hell with it.”
“Don’t be so grumpy,” she laughed lightly. “Okay, you’re done. Now just go wear my shoes.”
I rolled my eyes and left the room she was in, to the room where she said all her shoes were. We were in Victoire and Teddy’s to be home. All of the Wotter’s, plus Scorpius and I, were. It was awful nice of Victoire to invite two of us at her wedding as well.
As I bent down to pick up her shoes, I heard the small zipper on my back zip down. I cussed under my breath, and tried reaching behind to zip it up again. I was walking back out as I did so, my heels in my one hand, and hair swept to one side to try and zip it back up.
Then I felt cool fingers on my back, slowly zipping up my dress. I sighed out in relief. “Oh, thank y-Potter?”
He gave a crooked smile. “Your hands are cold,” I told him, pressing my lips together firmly.
He scratched the back of his neck as he shrugged. “They usually are.”
I nodded, not knowing what else to say. “Um…I’d best get going. Rose’ll be looking for me.”
“Right. Erm. Fred’s going to want me to help him at the venue,” he said.
“Wait,” I said loudly, turning back around once I’d realized something. He turned around as well. “How are we getting there?”
He broke out a grin. “Mum and Dad’ll be side-along apparating two people each. I think Rose and Fred left already, with Victoire. Lily and Albus are gone as well, they’ve gone with Mum. Roxanne’ll be getting there with her mum and dad who should be getting here to take her, just about now. Molly, Lucy, and their parents couldn’t come here, so they’ll obviously be going themselves. Dom left with her dad and Louis went with their mum. And all the other Weasley’s who are left will be getting there one way or another.”
I added it all up in my head. But that means… “You and I are going with dad.”
Damn it all to hell.
“There you are, James!” Fred shouted, looking extremely relieved. “Dad’s Great Aunt is killing me here. How the hell is she even alive?”
James looked highly amused. “-and she kept going on about how scruffy I look, and she thinks I’m far too dark skinned for her liking and she won’t stop making comments a…bout…ho-ly shit,” Fred’s rant slowed far down as he stared me up and down. “You look go-od,” he sang out.
I gave a flirtatious grin and walked away. Almost all of the professors at school were there. McGonagall even made it.
And…she brought Dumbledore’s portrait along as well. That crazy old woman. Hagrid came as well as Professor Longbottom and Professor Lovegood. Apparently they were good friends of Harry Potter and somewhat acquaintances of my mother and her twin. There were some of the much older students from Hogwarts, friends of Victoire’s and friends of Teddy’s (Teddy’s being the older ones). I couldn’t find Rose anywhere in the crowd though.
“No. Fucking. Way.”
I whipped around as I heard Fred’s voice. My jaw fell at the sight in front of me. There was Rose her left arm wrapped around his arm.
Ahem…around Scorpius’ arm. She smirked as she walked past the three of us with our mouths open, with Scorpius.
“Were either of you expecting that combination?” James asked.
Fred wildly shook his head. “Better than Davies, though.”
“Oh my gosh,” I sighed. “That’s so cute. So adorable,” I sighed dreamily. Both boys stared at me. I shot them a look. “What? It is! I mean seriously. A Weasley and a Malfoy. The couple of the century! Their wedding is going to be England’s biggest wedding ever known.”
Fred shot me a disapproving look. “I doubt they’ll-”
“Oh they will,” I said, sure of myself. “I’m betting you both 100 galleons that they will end up marrying each other.”
They exchanged glances. “Deal!” they both hi-fived me, Fred to my right, James to my left. The coolness of his hand sent shivers down my body.
Once we situated ourselves, we waited for the ceremony to begin.
“Finally,” James muttered half to himself, half to me, just as the ‘I do’s’ were done.
I smacked his arm. “Don’t be rude!”
He frowned at me. “You hit like a man.”
I rolled my eyes and stared straight ahead, at Victoire and Teddy, Victoire who was purely glowing.
I turned back to talk to Potter, my mouth open, when I saw he was staring down at my chest. I growled, “Oi, Potter. Eyes up here.”
He turned beet red and stuttered. “Do you want to come with me to find Rose and Scorpius?” I asked him.
“Sure,” he said once his face returned back to normal color. “I kind of want to know when the hell that happened.”
I nodded. “Me too,” I told him as I craned my neck around to look for her flash of red hair.
“There!” he pointed, towards the exit. “They’re leaving.”
“Reception,” I breathed. “Right, she’s waiting for me to help me get into my dress for the reception.” He frowned again. “Oh stop sulking around,” I snapped. “You’ll see the damned dresses in half an hour.”
He rolled his eyes and moved out so I could get out and go with Rose.
Once I caught up to her, I pulled her aside. “Rose!” whisper-shrieked. “When did that happen?”
She giggled and twirled her hair. “A couple days ago,” she said popping the sounds with her mouth.
“And you didn’t tell me?!” I accused her.
“Wanted to surprise you,” she corrected.
I snorted. Wanted to surprise me, my arse. “You do realize Fred is going to murder him? And your brother might try to as well.”
She shrugged. “Scorpius is strong. He can take on Fred. As for Hugo…well…he’s not the…buffest little guy out there, if you catch my drift.” I huffed in annoyance. “Anyways, I noticed a certain one of my cousins ogling a certain one of my best friends,” she said, winking.
I stared at her, blankly. “Well obviously. Fred’s totally in love with Abby. Duh.”
She face-palmed herself. “You are a piece of work, Maggie Patil,” she tutted, and ran off.
I stared at her running form, confused. “What do you mean-get back here-Rose!” I shouted, running after her.
The time that Rose spent on this stupid dress was entirely worth it when I saw Potter’s reaction.
I smirked, strutting past him, and winking as I was just side by side to him. His jaw was still ajar.
Fred wolf-whistled. “This is why we let the girls pick their own dresses.”
“Nurgh,” is all that Potter choked out.
I almost burst out laughing. Rose smiled and winked at me, mouthing ‘You go girl!’
I laughed, sitting down at a table with her and Scorpius, whose eyes widened once he saw Rose and I. “Woah. You both look bloody hot! Well, Rose more than you.”
I laughed. “Understood, mate.”
He gave a twitchy smile before whisking Rose away to dance. I sighed in longing as I watched them dance together. The couple of the century, they were. Weasley and Malfoy.
Hmm. I wonder how Malfoy Sr. Would react to such news.
Hell, I wonder what Mr. Weasley would do to poor Scorpius!
“Care for a dance, love?”
I blinked into reality again, and smiled at Albus’ offering hand. “Why thank you, sire,” I giggled, curtseying a little.
“You really are tiny,” he observed as we swayed on the floor, observing the fact that I was even wearing three inch heels.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, so I’ve been told.”
He shrugged. “I just find it amusing is all. I’m a year younger than you and yet, I tower over you by four inches.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t get cocky now.”
“Who, me?” he joked. His eyes flickered behind me. “Do y’no, I believe my brother over there is getting a bit jealous.”
I blinked. “Of who?”
“You really are as thick as Rosie says you are…” he chuckled. “Of me, sweet cheeks. He obviously wants to be the one here dancing with you, not me.”
I stared blankly for a second, resisting the dying urge in me to turn around. “You’re lying, Albus Potter.”
“He looks like he’s about to squeeze that glass hard enough for it to shatter.”
“You lying, conniving-”
“Oh, look, he’s coming here!”
I narrowed my eyes. “Okay, you can lie up to the glass part, but that last one is just-”
“May I cut in, dear little brother?”
Al gave me a ‘told you so’ smug look and stepped aside, gesturing for his brother to take his spot.
Holy mother of Merlin. I must be dreaming.
“Hi,” I quietly said.
He chuckled. “You are such a piece of work.”
“Why does everyone say that?!” I shrieked.
“Because it’s true,” he informed me. “You look rather…ravishing tonight.”
“Do I really?” I hummed. “Hmm. I didn’t really think so.” He sort of nuzzled his nose against the bare left side of my neck. I couldn’t lie, it felt really good. I had to resist the urge to moan.
“You’re a very cruel person, do you know that?” he murmured. His one hand that was on my waist suddenly felt very warm. It felt nice.
“Hmm. No, I don’t. How so?” I breathed out, my head half resting along his shoulder.
“Well first you bleedin’ walk out on me when I kiss you, and then you act like you don’t like me at all, which by the way is very depressing just to let you know. Then when you’re all high on Veritaserum, you fawn all over me, and my bum as well, I suppose.” He smirked at this statement. “And then you act like you hate me entirely. And now it’s the reception, you’re wearing the sexiest piece of clothing I’ve yet seen, you know I’m resisting the urge to rip off your dress right now, and you act indifferent to it all.”
I lifted my head back up. “How the hell does this disgusting thing make you want to rip it off me?”
He stared for a moment, as an upbeat song came on. Then he chuckled. “Of everything I just said, that’s what you caught?”
I nodded. “The idea in itself if ridiculous,” I defended myself.
He threw his head back and laughed. I stood, watching him, not feeling too amused. “You know, you’re kind of cute sometimes.”
I scowled at him. “I’m not ‘cute’.”
He smirked and shook his head, leading me outside. I followed. We were walking around the gardens in silence. It wasn’t the awkward kind of silence, though (for once). No, this time, the silence was like…it was like we didn’t have to talk to each other to feel comfortable. I liked that.
The cool breeze of the night felt rather nice after being crowded with bunches of people. The heat was visibly rising at that point. The small breeze felt good on my hot skin.
My eyes would sometimes flicker for a few seconds upward, to James’ face. His hands were slung cooly into his pockets, his hair lightly flowing from the breeze, his trademark smirk still on his face.
“So,” he began, but did not continue.
I laughed lightly, more to myself. “So?”
He hummed lightly. “Would you rather drink another vile Veritaserum and be stuck in room with all the Wotters, or…” he trailed off again, thinking. “Or never play Quidditch again?”
I narrowed my eyes. “What are you planning?”
He innocently held his hands up. “Nothing! It’s just a hypothetical question. A game. Would You Rather?”
“Hum…” I thought about it. Never play Quidditch (my beloved baby) or drink another full vial of Veritaserum and be stuck with all the Wotters (of whom would surely butcher me with question after embarrassing question).
“I’d take the Veritaserum,” I proudly said, my head held high. He chuckled. “What?” I asked him.
“It’s just…I can’t believe you’d really take the Veritaserum all over again rather than to never play Quidditch. And I thought I was Quidditch crazy!”
“Oh you are,” I confirmed. “I’m nowhere near you. Have you seen yourself at practice? And god forbid, at the games, not ours, but at the games, you’re muttering things to yourself, taking notes on everything, tallying up all their scores and whatnot.” I shook my head. “You are one crazy bloke, Potter.”
He smirked again. “Been observing me, Green?”
Hmm. I was wondering when he would call me Green again. “No. It’s just kind of hard not to pay attention to your mumbling and scrambling around when the team’s seated around you during other Quidditch matches.”
He lifted a brow. “Okay, and yes, I guess sometimes I do observe people when they’re being unusual,” I admitted.
“Unusual? I’m unusual?” he asked.
I shook my head, no. “Only at matches.”
He hummed again, wrapping one of his arms around my bare shoulders, which in turn pulled me in closer to him.
He smelled nice. Just thought I’d add that wee bit of a fact in there.
“I’d best take you back inside now or someone’s going to think I kidnapped you,” he chuckled.
I laughed alongside him as we made our way back in.
I noticed the only people on the floor were fathers…and their daughters. With the exception of Rose and Harry.
My heart sank. I missed the father daughter dance. That was one of two things that I wanted to come to this for. The other was to see James’ reaction.
Speaking of, he looked pain staked once we were in there. Aw. He cares that I missed it. That’s so sweet.
“Aw, hell, you must hate me now,” he groaned, throwing his head back.
I giggled. “Surprisingly, no,” I told him. “There’s always next time,” I shrugged it off. Inside, it did kind of strike. But seriously-father daughter dance and no James, or unbearably sweet James and no father daughter dance.
It’s like a no brainer.
He gave me a peculiar look. “Really?”
I nodded my head, and leaned against his chest (because he was just that tall over me). “Really,” I confirmed.
“Does that mean that I can take you back outside now?” he asked.
I pursed my lips as I scanned through everyone. Rose beamed at me, and gestured for me to go with James. She was in hearing distance, and obviously must have heard.
Harry smiled at me. Ginny held a hand against her heart and pouted a happy (ish) pout. I looked back up to James and smiled. “Of course.”
He breathed out a wide smile and tugged on my arm, pulling me back out.
Merlin, I love this boy.
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