#fredlees

At Bill and Fleur’s wedding, Fred hadsaid that if he was ever getting married, he wouldn’t bother with anyof the nonsense that the two of them had insisted on. It had beenalmost five years since that statement had been made, but Fred stillstood by it. George and Angelina looked happy, by all means, but allthat bloody ruckus and distress and money for one day? Fred hadn’tunderstood it back then and he didn’t get it now either. If he wasbeing honest, he didn’t quite see the appeal of getting married atall.

He scouted the crowd and found Leestanding by the chocolate fountain with Ginny, Percy and Katie.Merlin knew what the four of them could possibly have in common. Whatwas more peculiar was that by the looks of it, Percy was the one whohad just made everyone fall over themselves laughing. Fred smiled tohimself and took a sip of his drink before he strolled over to thegroup.

“Have my eyes become damaged as aresult of my advanced age, or was Perce making everyone laugh justnow?”

“He didn’t do it on purpose,” Leesaid.

Fred grinned at put an arm around hisshoulders. “No? Wanna come dance with me, then? It’s awfully rude,you know, leaving your date alone at a wedding. Made me look dowrightpathetic.”

Dancing had never been Fred’s area ofexpertise, more George’s so, but he managed not to step on anyone’stoes or stumble, so all in all, he didn’t feel like Lee had any rightto complain. Which he didn’t. He held one hand on Fred’s waist, theother one clasping Fred’s hand, and steered them carefully around thedancefloor, all while a small, amused smile was tugging at his lips.

“You know, laughing at someone who’sdoing their very best isn’t nice,” Fred said.

“I’m not laughing at your effort, youpillock,” Lee said before he spun Fred around, then back. “Moreat your face, really. You’re concentrating pretty hard.”

Fred grinned. “Yes, well, I reckonthe groom’s brother-in-law breaking his neck at the hand of thegroom’s brother might put a bit of a damper on the festivities.”

Lee burst out laughing, loud and raw,and an elderly witch dancing with her husband next to them threw thema haughty look. “Would make for a memorable wedding, though.”

As he looked around, Fred reckoned thewedding was already quite memorable. People were having fun, his mumhad only had two nervous breakdowns, and all his siblingssibings-in-law were just the right amount of drunk. Couldn’t ask formuch more when hosting a wedding with close to three hundredattendees.

“Are you changing your mind there?”

Fred blinked, snapping himself out ofhis own thoughts. A slow song was playing, and Lee had taken tosimply swaying the two of them back and forth. “Changing my mindabout what?”

Lee wiggled his eyebrows. “You know.”

Snorting, Fred shook his head. “Aboutthis whole marriage-thing? No, definitely not.”

“Ah. A fleeting moment of hope, gone,just like that.”

Cocking his head to the side, Fredraised an eyebrow. “Does it really bother you?”

There was a pause where Lee merelylooked at Fred, considering, as they continued swaying back andforth. “No, not really,” he then said, smiling. “Suppose I’mhappy as long as I get to keep you, whether it’s legally binding ornot.”

“Oh, that’s great, Lee,” Fred said.“Not only are you a great, old sap – you’re now a great, old,creepy sap.”

“How am I being creepy?!”

“You said you get to keep me,like I’m a broom or set of spell books!”

“Well, I’m not much of a Quidditchplayer, but I could ride you like-”

“No. Don’t finish that sentence.”

“There were two words left.”

“And I don’t wanna hear those twowords.”

Lee shifted his grip on Fred and pulledhim close. Grinning widely, he leaned in and kissed Fred, brief, butdeep. “As long as you choose to stay with me, I’ll keep assumingyou love my creepiness and my sappiness.”