2 YEARS LATER:

The wedding had been perfect.

Fleur and Bill's wedding had provided our large extended family with that little bit of happiness we needed during such a dark and troubling time. Just watching them dancing together, their love for each other was obvious and brought a smile onto my face. It seemed that most of the singles were determined to follow their example and find love during the wedding. My boyfriend being one of them.

"You'll bore holes into the back of his head that way." Ginny said, appearing beside me as I watched my boyfriend flirt with a group of veelas, his twin brother at his side. She looked over at her brothers and let out a low whistle when she saw Fred. "Merlin he has no idea how stupid he's being. He's going to be in trouble."

"Yes he is," I agreed, taking a sip of my drink before placing my glass on a nearby table. Looking contemplatively down at my wrist I glanced back over in Fred's direction – there really was a reason that we were so good together.

"I know that look," Ginny said quietly. She looked down at my wrist before stating with a sly smile, "I still think that bracelet doesn't go with your dress."

"Do you know what?" I untied the bracelet, removing it from my wrist and dropping it into my clutch. "I was just thinking the same thing."

"How long do you think it'll take him to notice?"

"Oh I'm sure he'll notice eventually," I said dismissively, casting my eyes back towards him only to see him looking at me.

Fred gave me a grin when our eyes met. He gave me a wink and I couldn't help but scoff. The cheek of it all –

I turned away from him but not before I saw the frown on his face at my reaction. My eyes moved around the tent, narrowing in on the happy couple who had just finished their first dance and were now making their way through the crowd. I excused myself to make my way over to congratulate the pair of them, only to be stopped on my way as someone stepped in my way.

Looking up into the boy's, or rather the man's face, I couldn't help but slowly smile. Merlin it had been so log.

"Peter!" I exclaimed before pulling him into a hug. My reaction must have surprised him as he hugged me back slightly awkwardly before pulling away. "I haven't seen you since we left Hogwarts – what have you been up to?"

"I'm working at the ministry," he said with a smile. "In the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

"Oh, I'm working at the ministry to too!" I tucked some hair behind my ear. "But I'm in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I'd love to catch up with you."

"Why don't we?" He suggested. "We can go out for lunch or something?"

"That sounds perfect," I agreed, taking the chance to catch up with someone who'd been such a good friend to me. "I'll owl you later and we can sort out the details."

"There's just one problem with that Macmillan," Fred cut in, appearing from nowhere and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "I'm not going to let her go with you."

I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow incredulously, "And I need your permission because?"

"Well forgive me for not being comfortable with my girlfriend going on a lunch date with a man who's asked her out before," he remarked, trying to stare me down.

"You've got nothing to worry about," Peter cut in. "I don't think my fiancée would be happy if I was going on a lunch date with anyone apart from her."

"You're engaged!" I shrugged Fred's arm off and stepped forward to take a hold of Peter's hand with both of mine. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you," he said before excusing himself, no doubt wanting to escape the death glare Fred was sending his way.

Turning back to face Fred I gave him a look. "What is your problem?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, leaning down to take a hold of my arm. Lifting my hand to my eyesight he looked pointedly at my empty wrist.

"You took it off."

"I did."

"That's the equivalent of taking your wedding ring off," he muttered in annoyance.

"It's really not."

He let go of my arm and I let it fall back to my side. Taking a hold of my chin, Fred tilted it up towards him.

"You took the bracelet off to flirt with Macmillan." He frowned at me when I pulled away from him.

"Flirting? That was not flirting." He clearly didn't believe me. "Flirting was what you were doing with the veelas over there."

Fred smiled all of a sudden, looking down at me gently. I looked away from him – if I made eye contact with him when he was looking at me like that then I'd melt. "You were jealous."

"Does it seem like I was jealous?"

"It does." Fred reached out to pull me towards him. "But you don't need to worry about them love. Everyone pales in comparison to you – veela or not."

"What a load of rubbish," I muttered, letting him pull me the rest of the way and taking my usual place against him. I burrowed in his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my ear.

"It's true," he responded, squeezing me tight. "Besides I was only there to help George – I don't know if you're aware that he sucks at talking to girls."

"So do you." I said into his chest before pulling back to look up at him. "That's why I don't need to get jealous."

He let out a few chuckles. "I'll believe that only for you."

"You do realise that I'm still going to get lunch with Peter don't you?" I pulled back slightly to play with one of the buttons on his shirt.

"I figured you would," he said with a sigh. "But who am I to stop you?"

"You're whipped," I said, smiling affectionately.

He ran a hand through my hair, messing up the curls I'd done specially for the wedding. I made a face. "I wouldn't have it any other way, sweetheart."