Injunction or Chance - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

- I hate marriages! –

~George's POV~

When Katie and I returned from our date that night, we didn't hesitate to switch on the light in the living room, expecting no one to be there. Katie, however, immediately made a jump and turned it off again.

"They are on the couch!" she whispered to me.

"Really? Should we give them a blanket again?" I really haven't seen them but I felt a grin appear on my face.

"No, they're much closer today, they won't need it." she said and I could imagine her grinning widely.

It was the second time within two weeks that they fell asleep together on that sofa. The first time left me smiling for the rest of the night as it just looked too strange but positive at the same time. This also was the moment I knew that their relationship would really work and that Hermione had forgiven him. And this time…well…as mentioned, I didn't see it myself but I'm sure that I can persuade Katie to show me exactly how they were laying.

We sneaked through the living room, to the corridor into our room without making any noise. But as soon as we sat down on our bed, I asked, "So, how did it look like?"

Katie smiled and explained, "Hermione was lying on top of him and he had both his arms wrapped around her. It looked so cute! Do you think they…he…?"

"Maybe…not too much, maybe he still doesn't realise himself but I do, I'm his twin." I wriggled my eyebrow.

"Oh that's wonderful! But…oh dear! Hopefully he won't destroy everything!"

"You mean at our marriage? I don't think so…I don't hope so for his own good."

The possible problem was that Fred – who else? – was my best man whilst Katie had asked Angelina to be her Maid of Honour. She had asked her long before we had received the letters just to be sure that her best friend would do it if we married someday. Back in those days, she didn't know that it would be so soon or that there would be problems with Angelina-Fred-Hermione.

We ended up discussing this topic for more than an hour before we finally decided to go to bed. Katie snuggled against my chest and I imagined that my brother slowly started to feel the same as I always did when my fiancée was so close. I would really wish it for Hermione…

~Hermione's POV~

A familiar scent was the reason why I woke up faster than I wanted to the next morning. And the bright rays of sunlight which were shining through the window. It was a crime to have to wake up when you slept so well and when your bed was so unusual comfortable. But…why did my bed smell like cinnamon? I mean…a bit was usual as it used to be Fred's bed but this time it seemed stronger. Grumbling slightly, I snuggled a bit more into what I considered as my pillow…but it was different, too. A bit harder than usual. And there was something at my head. It really was strange…

Frowning, I slowly opened my eyes and again didn't see even a little hint of my room. I was in the living room again but it was not the couch I was lying on. It was a dark blue shirt! I felt my cheeks heating up. Oh my goodness! I lifted my head and looked around. Especially back. Fred's arms were wrapped around me. One around my waist, one a bit higher. When I looked back into his face, I also realised what had been at my head…his head! My heart beat faster and my cheeks turned even redder.

I needed to get away before he could wake up…he wouldn't appreciate me being on top of him as I was sure that he wouldn't remember last night in the first few minutes either. Well…for me the whole situation didn't make any sense…I knew that I had been tired and eventually fell asleep…but I couldn't explain why I woke up like this. Maybe it was a joke of George? I shook my head no and carefully pushed myself a bit up. But before I could do anything else, the grip around me tightened.

"Where do you think you go?" a tired, mumbling voice asked me, "Blankets are not supposed to go away when they want, you know…Mione?"

I was lost for words when he additionally opened one eye. One of his wonderful, deep blue eyes. My breath stopped on its way to my lungs. My own eyes widened.

"What is it? You fell asleep, I was nice and didn't paint patterns to your cheeks. When I wanted to sleep, too, I was nice again and let you sleep. Nothing bad about it, right?" he said grinning slightly and opening his other eye, too.

My mouth opened and shut several times. When no words came out, I grimaced a bit and just laid my head back down.

"So it's better, blanket." He said jokingly. After a few moments he then asked, "Shall I tell you how the film ended?"

"Yeah, please…can't really remember it."

"The guy died but saved the world with his sacrifice. Stupid ending, isn't it?"

"Oh…yeah, it really is. Hey…shouldn't we stand up? It's already eight o'clock, Katie and George will wake up soon as well." I said somehow shyly and lifted my head to look at him.

"Mmmh…alright, alright. I see that you don't like your job as blanket…next time I'll be the blanket."

My jaw dropped down to his chest and his grin widened until it almost reached his ears. "I haven't heard this. What can I prepare you for breakfast?" During my question, I moved my arms to my back and gently pushed his arms away so that I finally was able to stand up.

"You should know by yourself!" he just answered stretching his limbs.

"Ham & Eggs…of course, how could I even think about the possibility that you would eat something different for breakfast when it's your favourite?"

"Completely right, why did you?" He sat up, too. "Mione, I'll take a shower first, alright? Maybe George and Katie will be up when I'm finished, too, and then we can eat together."

"Alright." I said simply but deep within me, I grinned. The whole flat smelled like cinnamon after he had had a shower and I absolutely loved this scent.

Oh yeah…and it really was as usual. As soon as the bathroom door opened again, every room smelled like cinnamon which made me inhaling deeply.

"Like it?" asked Katie who had joined me two minutes after Fred had left.

I knew that she as well as George, who was still in his bed, snoring, were into my…crush…or rather liking for him so I answered with the truth, "Yes, I actually love it."

"That's so cute but…well…it's the same for me, I like my Georgie's scent, too."

"My Georgie…that's cute!" I said back laughing slightly.

I think I don't have to go too much into detail on this day except that Katie left right after breakfast to go to the Burrow where she would also stay until tomorrow afternoon when the ceremony should start. Ginny, Luna, Fleur and Molly would help her get ready and even more beautiful than she already was. It then was Fred and my job to keep George companied what we of course really liked to do. And to be honest…I somehow was looking forward to the next day. After a morning like this who would think bad about another marriage? Sure, the first one wasn't good but this one would be better.

Fred, George and I slept on the two couches and the armchair this night after playing several games and throwing cushions around. We had much fun and didn't awake until 10 am. The groom then immediately panicked and pulled Fred with him into his room to get prepared…even though he still had loads of time.

I myself got dressed just at one pm which was two hours before the ceremony would begin. My dress this time was a dark red, knee length one. As I was one of Katie's bridesmaids I was not really allowed to dress what I wanted but what she had bought me, Ginny and Alicia Spinnet. Her Maid of Honour – Angelina – had another dress than we had but I'd not seen it yet. I left my hear open and used just a little bit of make-up. If I had been at the Burrow, too, Ginny would have insisted on me using more.

I even was ready earlier than the twins which was somehow really fascinating. But when they stepped out of George's room – half an hour before the ceremony -, I couldn't deny that the long time they had used was not worth it. They both looked even more handsome than usually and their mischievous grin – even though it rather looked like a grimace on George's face – fitted pretty well.

"Sorry, I'm waiting for Fred and George, are they still in there?" I asked jokingly.

The two of them looked around. "Nope. They ran away and said-" It was Fred to begin.
"that we should attend-"
"the marriage instead-"
"and that we would-"
"enjoy the party-"
"With their or now our partners." they finished together.
"Oh good, Katie will be just as pleased as I am." I winked at them.
"So then…shall we apparate together?" asked Fred offering me his arm.

I raised an eyebrow and almost tipped my forehead but then decided differently and slung my arm around his. I hold onto him tightly and the next moment, I felt like being pressed into a really tight pipe.

Just few seconds later, we appeared at the backyard of the Burrow. Katie had wanted to celebrate here and Molly was more than pleased to do her this favour. And to be honest, she did a great job! The Burrow and its surroundings looked stunning and the big tent we also had had for Bill's and Fleur's marriage almost called us to get inside.

When we did so, we realised that we were more or less the last to come. The other Weasleys, friends and guests were already there. A short glance at George told me that he was a little bit embarrassed to come so late.

"Alright Mione…I think Forge and I'll take position. Save me a seat at the table." whispered Fred leaning down to me.

I nodded my head, let finally go of his arm and went to save two seats at the table Harry and Ron already sat at. Then I had to leave the tent to see Katie and the other bride's maids in the Burrow itself. When I left, I saw Angelina going to the stage as well as George and Fred had. She was just as beautiful as always. And now I finally saw her dress. It had a delicate golden shimmer and was as long as mine. I immediately felt my stomach starting to hurt but I really had to forget about it. Ange was here with Oliver, there wouldn't happen anything.

"Oi Mione!" squeaked Ginny when I opened the door to her room, "You're finally here!"

"Yeah, it took us a bit longer to come as your brothers have more of a diva then anyone else I know." I said grinning. In the next moment, my mouth dropped open. It was the moment when I saw Katie. She was so beautiful! Her long, white dress had golden embroideries at the upper end, referring to her former house at Hogwarts: Gryffindor. It seemed to be as light as a feather and fitted her wonderfully.
Her hair was made into a curly, slightly loose up do. Ginny really did an amazing job just as always.

"Do you think George will like it?" asked Katie.

"He would be stupid if he didn't." I answered truthfully.

"Just as I said, Katie!" laughed Ginny, "Do we have to ask Angelina, too, until you believe us?"

"No, it's alright…phew…I'm glad that your dresses look so good on you. I was really worried."

"Why? A Gryffindor-Theme just HAS to look good on Gryffindors, don't you think so?" Ginny asked winking at her.

"She's right! Mh…shall we go down now? Alicia's waiting in the living room already." I said.

The two of them nodded silently and followed me out of the room, down the stairs to Alicia and to the tent's entrance.

It did only take two more minutes, and then the music started and Ginny, Alicia and I did our honourable job as bride's maids. Katie was led to the stage by her father who was smiling proudly. George was grinning as if an angel was walking towards him…which was more or less true.

After her father had given her to George officially, I and the other two bride's maids took a few steps away. The stage itself was only for Percy, who would lead the ceremony, George, Katie, Fred and Angelina. …Speaking about them, I felt even worse when everything started properly. Why? Well…
He was looking at her the whole time…yearningly. He wanted to be next to her, to put his arms around her and never let go. I could tell from his eyes. It tore my heart into pieces but I didn't show it. Maybe it was just me…maybe everything would turn out differently after the ceremony. Just as good as the last few weeks. I mean…her gaze was more distant…almost as if she wanted to see in him a person she barely knew. A person she had not been together with for years. As if she had completely accepted that she was Oliver's wife now and had already forgotten her feelings.

Sooner as I thought, Percy said, "Now I ask you, George, to make everyone know that this beautiful woman is your wife by giving her the ring you bought for her."

George turned around to Fred. But nothing happened. "Gred, the ring!" he hissed impatiently.

"Which ring? Did you give me a ring?" asked Fred.

"Don't say you…" but the groom was not able to end his sentence. Every colour disappeared from his face.

Everyone stopped breathing for a second, but then I saw Fred giving me a wink. Oh he was so mean!

"I'm so sorry, brother mine, maybe I can do something else, just a moment please." He whispered. Only a second later, he had his wand in his hand and swung it slightly. But somehow nothing happened. At least that was what he wanted everyone to expect.

Just in time to prevent George from passing out – by the way, Katie was still smiling! – Two white pigeons flew through the entrance and towards the stage. They had a red bond which had a small golden something in the middle between them, in their small breaks. When they flew directly above George, they opened their beaks and the bond fell into the groom's hand. The golden something was the missed ring. A second later, the pigeons disappeared…or rather turned into a small firework above George's and Katie's head.

Applause for this gorgeous piece of magic echoed through the tent which made it almost impossible to hear Percy say that the couple now, that the ring had been slipped onto Katie's finger, could kiss for the first time as husband and wife.

A few minutes later, the tent was filled with conversations. It was time for coffee and cake, which was really delicious by the way. Ron asked after his third piece why Fred had done this to George, if he hadn't seen that his twin was near to passing out. My fiancé answered simply that he wasn't a prankster and owner of WWW without a reason. He just had to do this and that he was very proud because the spell didn't work when he tried it short time before the marriage. I didn't know why I had never seen him inventing or even trying this spell.

When everyone had enough cake to almost have a sugar shock, the plates flew out of the tent into the Burrow and cleaned themselves magically. Conversations went on and on. Fred left a few minutes later to join Lee Jordan. But at some time, Ginny stood up from her seat at our table and walked towards the table the Couple of the Day and their parents sat. I wondered what she wanted to do. She bowed down and whispered – at least I think she did – something into their ears. We should find out very soon, what she had said.

The two of them stood up and followed Ginny to the great free space between the tables.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Witches and Wizards! May I announce that you'll see the first dance of the day in few moments? Afterwards, I ask you to join and amuse yourselves! Thanks for your attention!" Ginny said in a very loud voice which I was sure was NOT influenced by magic. She then stood back to give her brother and his wife the full space.

It was an impressive moment. I did hardly remember that George could dance so well. I think I haven't seen him dancing at Angelina's marriage neither at Bill's and Fleur's short time before the war.

Sooner than we hoped, the song and thus the first dance were over. But the two of them just continued and were joined by other couples such as Bill and Fleur or Ron and Luna. Hopeful, I looked around. Maybe Fred would ask me this time…but he was nowhere to be seen from my seat. So I stood but regretted it the moment I did.

He stood at the other side of the tent, in front of a golden dressed woman, bowed at his waist. The woman turned around to her husband…maybe he would say 'no'…but I wasn't lucky, he nodded his head yes. And so she smiled and took the offered hand to be led to the dance floor. I felt tears coming up, my heart broke once again. He had again asked Angelina before even thinking about asking me. I felt sick…really sick.

"Ginny…could you…tell George and Katie I'm sorry? I think I ate too much cake and feel really sick. I'll better go home." I said just loud enough for her to understand. I was trying to hold back my tears and to sound as if I was ill…which was surprisingly easy.

My best friend gave me a questioning look but nodded slightly. The next moment, I left the tent and disapparated, allowing my tears to pour down my cheeks. I hate marriages…