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NOTE: Pure Fluff
Background song: Home - Vitamin String Quartet
Y/N - Your name
Y/F/N - Your full name
“You ready?”
I laughed nervously. The day had finally come.
Never in a million years would I even dreamt of this moment and it only took us five years of being together and a massive war with Voldemort to get to where we are. It seemed so surreal after everything, but I can still remember when you asked me.
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It was the Christmas holidays, after Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes had opened. George begged me to stay in the Burrow for Christmas and after so much pleading from my boyfriend, I agreed to take the offer. All the Weasleys celebrated the holidays in the Burrow, even Bill and Charlie were here. The tree beside the fireplace was filled with wrapped boxes and intricate bags. I spent my savings on buying everyone presents. Christmas only happens once a year and I don’t know when we will celebrate like this again, I thought. We were altogether in hearth of the living room sitting comfortably while opening everyone’s gift. Even though impending doom was before us, we could still feel the holiday spirit.
Molly made all of us Christmas sweaters and George and I got the same gold and red sweater with our initials embroidered.
“Look, George! Matching sweaters!” I exclaimed and George laughed. We both immediately wore them for the rest of the evening.
I had tons of presents from each of the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione. I even got an odd hieroglyphic souvenir from Charlie which was wicked. I opened each gift and realized that I have everyone’s except from the person sitting beside me. I looked at my boyfriend with my brows furrowed.
“Don’t worry! I didn’t forget about you, love.” George winked then looked at me with adoration. I didn’t care about him not giving me anything this Christmas. Spending the holidays with my boyfriend was the best gift he could give.
“I’m not worried. I expect my gift to be an enormous box filled with chocolate frogs!” I joked. George let out a nervous laugh.
We sat there on the carpet, drinking the hot chocolate Ginny and Harry made. The fireplace felt warm and comfortable against our pajamas. We were in our own happy bubble.
As we talked all through the night, I didn’t realize that everyone had left, and it was just the two of us in the living room.
“It’s time.” George told me.
“Time for what? George?” I questioned; my mind filled with confusion. What’s he talking about?
“Come with me, Y/N.” He held out his hand. Without any explanation, I took his hand and led me to the rooftop.
The night was clear and bright. Stars filled the dark sky like scattered pixies, dancing endlessly across the galaxy. The breeze felt chilly underneath the knitted sweater and sent shivers down my spine. I gazed at the moon that shone, its light envelops the fields and the Burrow. The scenery was too magical and surreal to describe in words.
“Do you remember where I asked you to be my girlfriend three years ago?” George finally spoke. I turned around and looked at him intently, his cheeks flushed from the cold.
“You asked or you pleaded?” I joked.
“Alright! I begged you to be my girlfriend?”
“I remember it vividly, George Weasley. The Astronomy Tower!” I answered happily, remembering that moment.
“Yeah! And the night was full of stars and constellations just like tonight.” He looked up at the night sky and started to breathe heavily.
“And we were actually studying Divination when you suddenly popped the question!”
“Well…” George trailed off, letting out a nervous laugh. He smiled and looked at me with twinkle in his eyes. Did he just drink Amortentia again? I thought they perfected that potion ages ago. He seemed to be lightheaded as I gazed into his caramel eyes.
“Georgie?” I asked, worried about his well-being.
The suddenly, he got on one knee.
I gasped, clasped my mouth with both my hands, as he pulled out something small with his shaky hands.
The delicate velvet box float on his long fingers. As George opened the tiny thing, it revealed the most beautiful ring I have ever seen in my life.
Opal. I told him it was my favorite. He remembered. The gem sparkled in multitudes of colors: pink, violet, blue, sea green, underneath its white hue. The gem was enveloped in a dainty rose gold band. The play-of-colors of the stone flashed rainbows against the night sky. It was beautiful. The fortune this man has spent must be galleons, I thought to myself.
“Y/N, I know this isn’t the best time to ask the question, but I couldn’t wait any longer! I don’t want a noseless git take away what you mean to me. It may not be a giant box of chocolate frogs, but I do hope you like it.” He spoke finally, laughing at the sentiment.
I just laughed, tears falling down my face. Words could not explain how I felt. How can it? This moment was indescribable.
“You have been the best thing that has happened to me and regardless of what happens, I want to spend every minute with you. So, Y/F/N, would you do me the honor of being the wife of this fool right in front of you who is deeply, madly, and agonizingly in love with you?” He held my hand. His palm was wet and was shaking profusely. Everything felt familiar again. I smiled as I looked at our intertwined hands. I will never get tired of holding him, of hugging him, of kissing and of loving him.
“Will you marry me?” He finally asked.
I nodded, unable to form words again.
“Is that a yes, Y/N? You will marry me?”
“YES! George Weasley, I will marry you!” I blurted out, finally.
Suddenly, Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Fred rode their Quidditch brooms and set out the most beautiful fireworks I have ever seen in my life. Bill, Charlie, and Hermione pitched in on the grassy terrain below, setting charms that lit up the night sky. Molly and Arthur were down by the field, looking up at us, their faces filled with happiness.
“YEAH, GEORGIE!” Fred yelled.
“WAY TO GO!” Ginny shouted with laughter.
“WELL DONE, MATE!” Harry yelled as well.
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“Are you ready?” Arthur held me in his arms, asking me one more time. He squeezed my hand as the music started. I could hear my heart beating loudly.
“I can’t wait.” I gave my future father-in-law the biggest smile I could give then suddenly, my eyes startled to swell up. I laughed as tears of joy started to go down my face.
We walked down a beautiful aisle filled with the people we loved the most.
The war. The hurt. The pain. The loss. Everything. It was over. Finally, over. All I could see were their happy faces.
Ginny and Hermione started to clap and howl making me laugh underneath my veil. Ron and Harry chided in. In the corner of my eye, I can see Molly holding back her tears. Luna was holding what looked like a violin, playing the most ethereal sound I’ve ever heard.
I gazed up as a freckled man step onto the platform. He was wearing a dark suit, making his freckles more prominent and his hair vibrant. He smiled at me from ear to ear, happiness barely contained. I smiled back at him, trying so much not to jump as I walk down the aisle.
And then, there he was.
George.
He stepped out from behind his twin and walked onto the arch. He was so perfect in his cream-colored suit. Ginny tried to fix his hair, I thought, as it was covered in what look like pomade but got tousled due to the warm summer breeze, strands dancing like fire. I could see the scar of his missing ear that reminded me of nothing but love and adoration for this man. He smiled to the people in front of the altar and suddenly, we looked into each other’s eyes.
Nothing else mattered. I couldn’t see anyone. I couldn’t hear anything. It was just him. It was just Georgie. Nothing else mattered but George Weasley. Always.
We finally reached the end of what seems to be centuries. Arthur let me go and hugged his son tightly. He led my hand unto George’s, and everything felt right. The all too familiar sweaty shaky hand that proposed to me on that chilly Christmas evening intertwined against mine. I will never get tired of him.
“Hi.” I breathed.
“Hey.”
I AM HOME.