wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-03-04 02:40:00 |
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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 1
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 light that came in through the window seemed to bloody hurt.
As Katie's eyes fluttered reluctantly open, she had to concede it wasn't the only thing that was unpleasant. Her head pounded, her stomach churned, and her tongue felt like a piece of cotton and twice its normal size. Groaning, she turned her head back into the pillow she was laying facedown on. Her body wanted to commune with the bed for a few hours longer, but she knew it was a fruitless dream. Tilting her head to the side she found Angelina's face only inches from hers, and she could feel what she assumed was Alicia half sprawled across her legs. She was half hanging off the bed, and could only concede it was a miracle she hadn't slid to the ground over the course of the night.
Not that she could remember the exact details of getting in the position.
To anybody walking onto the scene it would look like they had celebrated Angelina's last night as a single woman with a lesbian orgy. Appearances of course were deceiving, but they presented the picture of debauchery. The three of them were half undressed, and Katie's hand slid along her body to discover she was only clad in a bra and knickers with her jeans half unbuttoned and partially down her legs. Bloody hell but they had gotten completely pissed.
Not that it wasn't called for. It wasn't every day the first of the group of friends got married, and the one they all expected it the least likely to happen for. Still, in a few too quickly approaching hours Angelina Johnson was going to become Mrs. George bloody Weasley, Merlin help her.
"Wake up," she murmured, shoving weakly at Angelina's arm. In her current state of awareness it sounded more like 'wmnannp'.
Her friend didn't stir, but the harder punch to her arm did the job.
"What. . . .fuck. . . ." Angelina cursed in confusion, scrambling around in the bed for the wand that was like an extra appendage for her. In the process she managed to kick at Alicia, who was knocked off Katie's legs and directly onto the floor. The resulting shriek was loud and indignant, just as Angelina finally brandished the found wand - looking at odds from the composed woman she normally was with her air mussed around her head, and a wild and confused look in her eye.
Katie couldn't help it - she started to laugh, even if the action didn't help the pounding in her head.
It took a moment, but awareness started to dawn in Angelina's eyes and she sheepishly lowered her wand. Alicia pulled herself into a sitting position, hanging over the edge of bed and brushing her short blonde hair back from her eyes - her very bleary and bloodshot eyes. As Katie's amusement died down, the door flew open. They all gathered blankets and discarded clothing to them, expecting to find the imposing figure of Molly Weasley in the doorway, but the redheaded figure was instead Ginny. Sighing in relief, they reverted to their half nude state, though the woman younger than them even did replicate her mother's disapproving stare quite well. "I was expecting to have to take you all to St. Mungo's to have them give you an alcohol-flushing potion," she said reprovingly, "it's amazing you're all still alive."
Despite being a bridesmaid, by virtue of her being George's only and therefore most dearest sister, Ginny had been the designated apparator for getting home. Katie at least thought she'd fulfilled her duties in that regard at the end of the evening, though how they got home exactly was a little bit hazy. At least the presence of all their limbs suggested they hadn't tried to apparate themselves, and no broken bones suggested they hadn't decided to try using their brooms. She felt bad for Ginny, considering she had a passing familiarity with Katie alone - and very little with the other two women, but most of the time the girl didn't seem to mind, even if she didn't entirely fit in when it was the women alone. It was hard when the trio of them had been best mates since the first year Katie had entered Hogwarts.
"We can hold our liquor," Alicia snorted, but ruined the effect by lowering her head onto her hands.
Ginny took in the scene in front her, and didn't really manage to keep the blatant sarcasm out of her voice when she said, "Obviously."
It was hard not to be a little bitter towards her when she looked lovely and composed in a casual dress, and they looked like absolute shite. Not that a mirror was anywhere close at that moment, but if her friends were anything to go by, Katie looked a fright as well. Grimacing, Katie pulled herself finally into a sitting position, fumbling for her own wand and wondering if bridesmaids were allowed to see the groom before the wedding. She was fairly sure George still held the monopoly on best hangover cure-all potion he had developed with Fred when the lot of them had celebrated the Gryffindor Quidditch Cup win with a few too many bottles of smuggle firewhiskey. "Maybe we should have had the night of debauchery sometime before the eve of the wedding," she snorted.
Angelina shook her head, "That might have worked if somebody hadn't insisted on portkeying in at nearly the absolute bloody last minute just a few days ago. Somebody who thought her Quidditch game was more important than her role by my side."
"Oh, shove it," Katie almost stuck her tongue out, "I'm here, aren't I? Ready to wear a frilly dress and support you in your hour of need." It was true she had come in at nearly the last minute - and had escaped most of the horror of Mrs. Weasley bossing them all around in preparation. Quidditch wasn't more important, but at the same time she knew if she'd skived off from the last game she would have no bloody chance of starting the next year, even if her skill was there. She might be playing in a horrific second rate league in Italy, but it was Quidditch, and it was the only shot she had at getting noticed by a proper team. Not that getting noticed was likely considering they barely got local fans to give a shit about the team, let alone scouts.
"Besides," she added after, trying to deflect the attention from her late appearance, "Audrey isn't coming in until this morning." One of the other bridesmaids - the last one being Angelina's sister-in-law Brianna who was too attached to her new baby to have come out the night before. Katie had yet to meet Audrey, but she'd heard enough of her. She and Angelina had been partners through auror training, though the other woman had been assigned to work in Edinburgh after graduation where there had been dark wizarding enclaves spotted. Though none of them were allowed to know about whatever super secret mission she was on, they knew it was enough to keep her away until more literally the last minute.
"Lucky both of you," Alicia sighed, "you didn't have to degnome the garden. . . ."
"Or polish the bloody dishes by hand because a scourgify just isn't good enough," Ginny did a pretty good affectation of her mother.
Angelina rolled her eyes, "Or have to deal with the circus that was the 'musical beds' game as people started to descend on the house."
All adults - and all more than consenting adults - were present for the wedding, and not even engaged couples had been 'allowed' to be in the same room together when it came to sleeping arrangements. She already knew though this last night had been the only one Angelina and George had spent apart since coming to the Burrow, and that had only been because of their separate 'last nights out' the evening before. Forcing her face into a serious expression, Katie took Angelina's hands in hers, "I know you must be confused by all that considering you've been saving yourself for tonight. Since your mum's not here yet it falls on me to tell you that when a man and a woman love each other very very much they express that love. . . ."
The shove to her shoulder rather hurt. "Oh shut it."
Ginny rolled her eyes, "To maintain my own sanity, I'm pretending George is still an innocent virgin. Just like Ron is, Fr. . . Percy is, Charlie is - and Bill is. Victoire was conceived immaculately I tell you." They pretended they hadn't heard the slide over the half mention of Fred since that seemed to be the way Ginny wanted it. It might have been long enough the grief had softened, but that didn't mean anybody would ever forget.
They all snickered at that. "Percy, maybe," Alicia said dryly, "though I still say it's the seemingly repressed ones that let it all out in private."
Katie pondered, "I might have bet on Ron considering his girlfriend, but I managed to walk in on him with Hermione's hand down his trousers when I got the wrong bedroom." Ginny grimaced - but they all snickered, taking no mercy on her.
"If Charlie's never bedded a bird, I'm Merlin's daughter," Alicia grinned. "That man just oozes. . . ." She broke off, laughing, as Ginny covered her ears in reflex. "Fine then, I won't go on about his lovely biceps, or the tattoo we all know that's hidden underneath whatever semi-respectable clothes he's wearing." This time, she grinned at Katie, "I also won't go an about a certain chaser for the Venice Vijjyhuffs who would happily deflower him if the position was available."
Katie tossed a pillow at her. "Oh for Merlin's sake."
Alicia tossed it back at her. "I'm not blaming you, Katie darling. If Lee hadn't been kind enough to get the bloody balls to finally ask me out this year, I'd probably be having similar thoughts."
They might have pursued the topic of Charlie Weasley further, but already the rustling around the house was starting, and Katie knew there was too much to do ahead. For that moment at least, she chose to entirely ignore Alicia's needling. Taking in Angelina's appearance, who would be the center of attention for the rest of the day, she had to consider again that going out the night before had probably not been the smartest move. The other woman looked like she was recovering from some sort of deathly hex, and Katie didn't know the first bloody thing about the beauty spells to take care of it. Angelina noticed her looking, and raised her eyebrows questioningly.
Her response was one born out of years of friendship that ensured she knew she could get away with the blunt nature of it. "Merlin, Angelina, you look like absolute shite. Not that I don't think George wouldn't marry you if you showed up in a paper sack and with the flu, but as it is you're going to be getting married with bags under your eyes and a look like. . . ."
Angelina's face blanched, and Alicia rushed to reassure her, fumbling around for a mirror. "Honestly, hun, it's not that bad. Really and truly. A proper shower, some hangover potion, a few beauty charms and we can. . . ."
Even as she held out the found hand mirror though, Angelina pushed it away. "I don't bloody care about that." That reaction was a little more in character for her, considering though she did doll herself up as the occasion required, she was far from the girly sort.
The three of them looked at her questioningly. "I'm getting married," she said incredulously, mentioning what revelation Katie's words had prompted, "today." Marriage - the only thing that could take her aback.
"You're getting married." Katie repeated the words back to her, a grin sliding across her face.
"Married," Alicia nodded, sounding incredulous herself, "you're going to be somebody's wife."
"You're going to be a 'Mrs.' " Ginny slid that in.
They were all grinning ridiculously, while Angelina sat there in shock. Finally, she shook her head, saying a little weakly.
"I should probably get on with that then."