[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the boys' carnival was not over yet, but they were shocked by the girl who suddenly broke into the garden. Ginny, who said she would never visit each other, actually came over.

Ginny didn't bother to care about the others, grabbed Fred's arm and pulled him aside: "Do you know where Sigrid is?"

Fred, who was still casual at first, stopped laughing and asked, "Didn't you tell me that she went up to sleep?"

Ginny looked at him apologetically: "I thought you stole her... Then where did she go?"

Not bothering to ask her any more questions, Fred ran into the Burrow and dashed toward the attic, where the ghoul lurked.

Fortunately, no one was inside.

He went through his brothers' bedrooms and even his parents', including any space that could accommodate people, and found nothing. It was like going back to the Hogwarts Express that was disturbed by dementors in the third grade. He couldn't find her.

He was most afraid of this feeling, and he couldn't help the chill seeping from the soles of his feet.

But George suddenly appeared from behind and reminded him: "Maybe you should go to the bedroom and take a look."

Damn it, he didn't even look for his bedroom. Fred hurried back to the third floor.

He opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

The person he misses sleeps soundly in his bed.

With his heart in his throat, Fred sat down and looked at her sleeping face, thinking to himself: It's really unfair. Why do I have to worry so much about her every time, when she is always sleeping?

Fred felt like he was making too much of a fuss.

Voldemort is dead and the Death Eaters are almost captured. There are so many dangers. What are you worried about?

Fred murmured: "If you don't stay in front of me, I won't make people feel at ease."

He raised his hand and pinched her cheek. The little snake didn't resist. If it had been normal, he would have been pinched!

Luckily she was drunk at the moment, so Fred pinched her nose and tried to wake her up.

As expected, the breathless little snake struggled and slapped his hand: "Get away, Fred!" Fred thought she had woken up and quickly let go.

Unexpectedly, after she finished scolding, she turned over and fell asleep again, and the thin quilt that covered her was only half lifted.

Fred looked at the large area of ​​skin exposed and simply stood up and lifted the entire thin quilt.

The result was - I was so angry that I almost died.

Why didn't she just go to the party in her underwear? Why was she wasting this little fabric? He wouldn't be happy even if they were both girls, he just wanted to hide her.

Fred, who was helpless with his girlfriend, could only sigh, wrap her up tightly in the thin quilt again, and hug her horizontally.

He muttered in a low voice: "It doesn't even make me feel at ease when I fall asleep." He carried the person out of the bedroom.

When he went out, he saw George waiting at the door.

George glanced at Sigrid, whose head was covered, and said casually: "You should have come earlier."

Come early and don't make me regret it.

--split line--

A rain on a midsummer night washed away the dust. At dawn, the garden in the courtyard of the Burrow was newly renovated. The dew wetted the new leaves. The mist passed through the tables and chairs wrapped with flowers and hung over the grass. The air was filled with gardenias. The scent of flowers.

In Ginny's bedroom.

Sigrid kept looking at herself in the mirror, "I hate hangovers, and my skin condition is very bad today."

Fleur snickered: "I think you look fine, but you are indeed very drunk..."

Ginny then remembered and joked: "You can actually sleep in the wrong room. Fortunately, Fred's bedroom is next door, otherwise you would be embarrassed to death!"

Even if Sigrid had very little memory of last night after being drunk, it would not affect her death when she heard the news.

She no longer cared about the condition of her skin and confirmed again: "Did I sleep in the wrong room?"

"Yes, I originally wanted to take you upstairs, but you insisted that you were not drunk. I watched you go up to the third floor before leaving." Hermione, the witness last night, said.

"We came back from the high party only to find that we couldn't find you... I thought you went to find Fred!" Another witness, Ginny, added.

"How did I get back?" she asked, taking a deep breath.

"Of course it was Fred who got you back," Ginny replied knowingly.

"How did he look at that time? Was he normal?" She was dressed like that and was drunk. How could Fred be so angry with her?

Ginny recalled the scene when she opened the door and said seriously: "Then you have to ask him yourself."

It’s over, that’s definitely not normal!

Forget it, today is a big day anyway, he doesn't dare to do anything to her.

Sigrid sat down and continued to touch up her makeup absentmindedly, praying that she didn't do anything outrageous last night.

An hour later, the beautifully dressed bridesmaids checked the wedding procedures and their respective tasks.

Gabrielle was responsible for keeping the ring pillow and helping her sister organize the tail of the wedding dress. Hermione was responsible for reminding Fleur of the entire wedding process. Ginny was responsible for holding the bouquet and gloves. As for Sigrid, she was assigned a role that seemed to only be used as a wedding dress. The vase actually has a very troublesome task - fending off difficult guests for Hibiscus.

Seeing that they were about to make their debut, several girls began to rush around and become anxious. Furong anxiously looked at her slightly protruding belly in the full-length mirror. No matter how conspicuous it looked, she didn't want to go out to meet people.

In order to appease Fleur, Sigrid could only make some minor modifications to her slim-fitting wedding dress to draw attention to places other than her belly.

When preparing to set off, Sigrid encouraged several girls, including herself: "The best makeup is a smile, and the best dress is confidence!"

--split line--

It was not even ten o'clock yet, and the guests were already arriving one after another. Not many people were invited, only family members and friends of both parties. Everyone was dressed up, and the cozy little garden was bustling with activity.

The groom and his groomsmen, dressed in suits, were active among the crowd, greeting guests, arranging seats, nervously checking the time from time to time, looking forward to the bride's arrival.

The ceremony is scheduled for 12:00 noon.

The guest seats were filled with ivory-white bamboo chairs. Everyone's eyes were focused on the passage paved with flowers. White curtains were wrapped around both sides of the passage. The pure white curtains were dotted with delicate roses, lilies and gardenias.

The petals are like little birds, hovering down from the sky and lingering around the wedding scene. The whole wedding looks warm and solemn.

Soon, the bride will appear here, and under their witness, she will finally get married to her lover.

When Fleur, whose face was covered by a veil, appeared at the end of the aisle in a pure white wedding dress, hymns were played, and the guests stood up one after another to watch her step onto the altar with her father on her arm. Behind her, Gabrielle obediently pulled the veil for her sister.

Dumbledore used a high-pitched voice to witness the wedding and pray for the couple. They took oaths and exchanged marriages under the watchful eyes of all the guests...

The elf choir sang together with the musicians, everyone had a happy expression on their face, and everyone was blessing them.

Sigrid stood in the audience and watched Bill express his love affectionately and put a wedding ring on Fleur, making a promise:

lloveyou,athousandtimesover

Dumbledore and the other two put on their wedding rings and announced: "You may kiss the bride"

Bill and Fleur looked perfect as they kissed under the mistletoe blooming quietly above their heads.

She actually felt a sore nose, so romantic...

Sigrid was infected by the atmosphere between them and began to look forward to her own wedding. She would become the much-anticipated bride and commit to Fred for life amid flowers and blessings...

Of course, as soon as this idea came up, it was killed by the snake flower!

She actually felt guilty in the morning because she was not dressed appropriately enough. Sigrid attributed this to Fred being too controlling over her, which made her get used to living in the circle he had drawn over time. .

Impulse is the devil. If she gets married, Fred will only tighten her restraints.

Sigrid stood among the bridesmaids, applauding with everyone, and chose to ignore the scorching gaze not far away.

The wedding ceremony was over, and Fleur and Bill began to prepare their wedding speeches.

Sigrid's attention was also attracted by the guests at the wedding. She saw some acquaintances. The handsome head of the Black family was a good bachelor in everyone's eyes. Many unmarried girls were secretly glancing at him, but Black himself was obviously interested in this kind of sight. As a matter of course, my thoughts are focused on my godson.

Next to Black was Professor Lupine, who still looked weak and poor. A young girl with pink hair was stubbornly trying to take his arm. Although Lupine gently rejected the girl several times, Sigrid did not miss him. A touch of tenderness in the eyes when looking at each other.

Sigrid wanted to look for anyone she knew, but she was called by name: "Hi, Miss Stewart!"

Sigrid looked at the speakers. They were several young men and women. She had the impression that the boy who was greeting her was one of the Beauxbatons representatives who came to Hogwarts in the fourth grade.

Sigrid nodded and said hello to him, and was introduced to the group of classmates who came with him.

Whether it was a girl who was picky or a boy who was appreciative, she took all the photos. Although she didn't show much enthusiasm, she was still surrounded by a group of boys with peacocks in full bloom to show their attentiveness.

Just when she was about to lose her patience, the bride's speech finally began, and Sigrid quickly found an excuse to say goodbye to them and return to the group of bridesmaids. If she stayed a second longer, she might be afraid that Fred would come over and do something embarrassing that would make her want to crawl into the cracks of the ground.

After Fleur, Bill and their parents gave their wedding speeches respectively, it finally came to the part that everyone was looking forward to - the bride was about to start throwing the bouquet!

All the girls of the right age among the guests gathered together, hoping to catch the good luck and become the next bride, and Sigrid also started to look forward to it...

When Fleur threw the bouquet behind her, Sigrid suddenly had a bad feeling. She took a step back and hid herself behind the girl.

The bouquet flew up in laughter and came to the top of the girls' heads. Two or three girls had already raised their arms. Unexpectedly, the bouquet in the hand was like a flexible quaffle, dodging one after another who tried to catch it. Its girl finally landed perfectly in Sigrid's arms.

s—h—i—t! ! ! ! ! ! !

"That's great, honey, you caught our bouquet!"

The next second, a tall figure rushed to the ceremony stage. Fred raised his hand and took off the non-existent hat on his head, bowed around his hands and gave a very standard gentleman's salute to the guests in the audience.

“Everyone is welcome to attend our wedding on another day~”

The boys and girls of the same age immediately exploded, screaming and shouting: "o!!!" and making noise...turning the originally romantic and solemn wedding scene into a sea of ​​joy.

The guests also burst into laughter, and Dumbledore sighed with a smile: "It's great to be young~"

Surrounded by blessing eyes, Sigrid froze on the spot holding the bouquet, with a forced smile on her lips...

Was she forcibly married by Mr. Fred Weasley? ? ? ?

——End of text——

It’s over, I’m great! ! ! ! ! ! ! Fred has graduated, and the campus story of breaking up CP will come to an end for the time being.

See you later, beauties!