wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-03-04 02:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, charlie, katie |
Special delivery for da_angel729
Title: It's a Nice Day For a (Weasley) Wedding, part 2
Author: idea_of_sarcasm
Recipient's IJ/LJ name: da_angel729
Rating: R
Pairings: Katie/Charlie (with Angelina/George and other brief pairing mentions)
Word Count: ~21,000
Warnings: Sex (duh) and a bit of language
Summary: Angelina and George are getting married. Nobody said it was going to run smooth, and nobody said they were going to be the only ones getting together.
Author's notes: da_angel729 I struggled with getting an idea for this more than I would care to admit considering you had a good number of pairings suggested I'd be thrilled to write. I hope this end result is something that fulfills your request!
The men's pre-wedding gathering was different.
In that there really wasn't one.
Katie had expected to find them all congregated in George's room that had formerly been allocated for him and Fred when they were actually at the Burrow. Instead, it took her a good while to find them. After a good amount of searching she located the lot of them around the corner of the house; away from the guests and the marquee in the back and away from air drifts that would take the smell to the windows of the upper bedrooms. As she walked around the corner the odour of cigar smoking tickled her nostrils, and she wrinkled her nose as she approached. "I thought cigars were supposed to wait until after," she grimaced, "or you know, until the first baby or something."
With her approach they'd all shoved the cigars behind their backs guiltily, but had relaxed when they realized who it was. Even Arthur Weasley was taking part, as was Tom and all the groomsmen - as well as the prospective groom of course. Percy looked distinctly uncomfortable with the cigar, but was dutifully trying his best to fit in.
"Give me something today," George said, balancing the cigar between his teeth as he walked up to her, "bemoaning the loss of my bachelorhood in the dying moments." Then realizing who he was talking to he grinned, "Or you know, celebrating its loss. Whatever you'd prefer to think."
Katie rolled her eyes as he slung an arm around her shoulders, "You realize you lot are going to stink to high heaven?"
It was Lee who responded, "Turns out there's this handy little spell that. . . " He broke off, demonstrating instead. With a wave of his wand over George, and a muttered, "olfactory concealo," the odour of cigar from the man beside her disappeared and was replaced with a light flowery scent.
"Brilliant, isn't it?" George asked with a grin, giving her shoulder a pat and pulling away.
Katie would place bets on Molly Weasley's nose ferreting them out regardless, but she had to appreciate the effort and the brilliance of the spell. She couldn't resist the urge to needle the group, though she kept it quiet enough Mr. Weasley couldn't hear, "You all must be insanely secure in your manhoods to be smoking those things."
It was Bill who raised his eyebrows questioningly. Katie resisted the urge to stumble in her jest. She might not exactly have a 'thing' for the eldest Weasley brother, but he disconcerted her all the same. She could never quite place her finger on it, but she thought it might be because he seemed to much like a man. Oh, not that the rest of them were - at least always - immature boys, but he seemed leagues above the rest of them. It must have been the marriage and the child. Merlin, did that mean she was going to look at George in the same way soon?
Pushing that aside, she continued bluntly, "Phallic symbols."
As a good number of them looked at the cigars a little more distastefully, Katie pushed aside jesting and said what she was coming for. She had a habit of getting distracted by talking even when there was a task at hand. "Mrs. Weasley sent me down. It's time to get things started - Angelina's all ready. So you lot get yourselves smelling respectable, and all lined up."
They all waved their wands to vanish the cigars, and started casting the charms to mask the odour. As George straightened his dress robes, he started to look a little nervous. It was Mr. Weasley who walked up, clapping a hand on his son's shoulder.
They didn't exchange words, it didn't seem their relationship was the type, but George relaxed at his father's reassuring smile - and they did a quick manly hug before stepping back, not caring that they were doing it in front of the entire male contingent for the wedding.
Katie smiled at the display of affection, and as she turned to go, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she found Charlie delaying her.
He dropped his head to speak quietly so the words were for her alone. "Katie, if you think a little cigar like that is phallic, you've been sleeping with the wrong men."
With a smile and a wink he patted her shoulder and turned back towards his brothers, leaving her with a curl of arousal in her belly and a remarkably dry mouth.
Cursing her inability to give him a proper retort, and the fact she was now picturing the. . . cigar inside his trousers, Katie headed back towards the women inside.