Post by mgirl03 on Jan 8, 2010 0:06:14 GMT -5
He looked up at the sound of the door opening, relieved to see his father walking through with a small smile of his face. Without meaning to, Al ran his hands through his hair quickly, standing up.
“You’ll mess up your hair, Al,” his father joked, eyes dancing behind their glasses. Al tried for a weak smile, but ended up just grimacing and swallowing hard. He opened his mouth a few times, but no sound came out, and finally pressed his lips firmly together and shook his head forcefully, looking a tad sick.
“Bit nervous, eh?” Al gave a curt nod, and his dad chuckled, motioning for them both to sit down. Al did so, swallowing again, his hands now gripping his knees so tightly that his knuckles were white. His green eyes bore into his father’s, and he seemed to be practically shaking. “Calm down, Albus. Honestly, son, or you’ll be sick…Everybody gets nervous on this day, you know.”
“Everybody?” he managed to croak out, slumping down further in his chair, looking disbelieving now. “You were nervous?”
“Oh, I was terrified,” his father said seriously, nodding. “To be honest, I thought your mother’s brothers might decide that I was a slimy git and pummel me.”
This brought out the smallest of smiles from Al, whose shoulders became a tad less tense. “Jale already came to talk to me. He was happy, although he did to threaten to beat me up. He was joking, but seeing as he’s twice my size…” Al let out a strained chuckle, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. His gaze wandered to the ground. “I’m freaking out, dad. What if it doesn’t work out? What if she changes her mind? What if I screw up? What if somebody objects…Merlin, anything could go wrong!”
Albus suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see his dad smiling kindly at him, a look of understanding on his face. “It’ll work out fine, Al. You two were meant for each other, as many would say. And sure, you’ll have fights, but everybody does. You love her, and she loves you, and that’s what matters. Don’t worry so much, son.”
After a pause, Al gave a small nod, relaxing a bit. He was nervous, but he had to trust his father. Things would work out, and the future was bright. Take a few deep breaths, and running his hand through his hair once more, Al stood up, straightening his collar. His dad stood also, smoothing out a crease in Albus’ robes.
“I better get back out there. Your mother’s going to pieces. They’ll be asking for you soon.” After a pause, his dad approached him and gave him a tight hug, which Albus returned gratefully, feeling more comforted than ever before. He watched with scared eyes as his father left.
In what seemed like no time, in which Al paced back and forth, he was called out. He exited the Burrow’s kitchen and moved across the backyard, being careful not to tread on the hem of his robes or get them dirty. After what seemed like an eternity, in which his heart’s pounding seemed to be louder than usual, he made it the orchard, where a large tent was set up. As soon as he entered, he almost stopped dead—everybody was looking at him. Slowly, he moved down the isle, meeting the eyes of schoolmates, of old teachers. Near the front he saw his parents—his mother was indeed crying, his father comforting her.
He was at his spot, now, and he stopped, turning to look up the aisle. Not even a minute later the music started, and down the aisle came Scorpius and Rose, arm in arm, Scorpius in dark blue robes, Rose in a pleasant yellow color. Once Scorpius was next to Al he clapped him on the shoulder, and Albus took another deep breath, giving a small smile to his best man. Jale and Lily came up, followed by James and Laney, and once they were in position, the crowd stood up, turning to look up the aisle. Al turned his head to do the same, and his breath hitched in his chest.
Heading towards him was Mr. Blake, smiling, albeit a little sadly. Who he was leading along, though, was the real reason that Al’s heart seemed to have stopped, his breathing gone. It was a woman in a beautiful dress of white, whose red hair was curling pleasantly. Her eyes were had a yellow tint to them, but as Al’s eyes connected with hers, they flushed to a pale pink. Finally, a true smile lit his lips, even if he still looked like he had just been beat upon the head with a bat. Even though she was so breathtaking that he couldn’t string together thoughts in his head.
It was Rory.
He watched, as if in slow motion, as she strolled up the aisle, smiling nervously at everybody. Like moving through butter, Al moved forward up the aisle, and met Rory and her father, who passed his daughter to Al. Linked, arm and arm, they made their way back up to the little ceremony wizard, where they dropped arms and turned their backs on the audience.
His hearing seemed to go from being gone to being magnified tenfold, as the wizard started to talk. As the ceremony took on, the only thing Albus was really aware of was the beautiful girl standing next to him. Standing there, side by side, he let his hand brush against her, and almost immediately her hand interlocked with hers. After what seemed like an eternity, the part that was most important came up.
“Do you, Albus Potter, take Aurora Blake to be your wife? To love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?’
He took a deep breath, turning towards Rory. Their eyes met again, and there was no doubt in his mind. “I do.” The ring on her finger fit perfectly.
When she returned her ‘I do’, he felt the intensity in the area sharpen, and to feel her hand on his, slipping on a ring, just felt right. He could almost hear the smile in the man’s voice, as he continued, “Then you now may kiss the bride.”
His mind switched back to a long time ago, in a snowy garden, when two best friends connected in a kiss. To a time by a lake, when two best friends finally quit denying their feelings and decided to give dating a try. His mind fast forwarded through all the fights, and all the make-ups; to all the hard ships and to all of the best moments he had ever experienced. He thought of a reluctant young girl, who didn’t know if dating her best friend was such a wise mood. He thought of all the people who helped him along, of all the effort it took to get Rory to fall in love with him. Blinking his eyes slowly, Al tilted his head a bit, smiling at Rory, noting that her cheeks were tinged pink. He took a deep breath, and leaned into her, eyes closing.
Al felt as if he were in a dream as their lips connected, and for all he would have known, they kissed for a year straight. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and as they broke apart, he met her pink-eyed gaze with a loving smile. Above them, doves were twittering, and he heard them announced, finally, as they were meant to be. Husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Potter.
“I love you,” they both breathed at the same time.
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Al's thoughts on his wedding day. Shameless fluff. :3
“You’ll mess up your hair, Al,” his father joked, eyes dancing behind their glasses. Al tried for a weak smile, but ended up just grimacing and swallowing hard. He opened his mouth a few times, but no sound came out, and finally pressed his lips firmly together and shook his head forcefully, looking a tad sick.
“Bit nervous, eh?” Al gave a curt nod, and his dad chuckled, motioning for them both to sit down. Al did so, swallowing again, his hands now gripping his knees so tightly that his knuckles were white. His green eyes bore into his father’s, and he seemed to be practically shaking. “Calm down, Albus. Honestly, son, or you’ll be sick…Everybody gets nervous on this day, you know.”
“Everybody?” he managed to croak out, slumping down further in his chair, looking disbelieving now. “You were nervous?”
“Oh, I was terrified,” his father said seriously, nodding. “To be honest, I thought your mother’s brothers might decide that I was a slimy git and pummel me.”
This brought out the smallest of smiles from Al, whose shoulders became a tad less tense. “Jale already came to talk to me. He was happy, although he did to threaten to beat me up. He was joking, but seeing as he’s twice my size…” Al let out a strained chuckle, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. His gaze wandered to the ground. “I’m freaking out, dad. What if it doesn’t work out? What if she changes her mind? What if I screw up? What if somebody objects…Merlin, anything could go wrong!”
Albus suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see his dad smiling kindly at him, a look of understanding on his face. “It’ll work out fine, Al. You two were meant for each other, as many would say. And sure, you’ll have fights, but everybody does. You love her, and she loves you, and that’s what matters. Don’t worry so much, son.”
After a pause, Al gave a small nod, relaxing a bit. He was nervous, but he had to trust his father. Things would work out, and the future was bright. Take a few deep breaths, and running his hand through his hair once more, Al stood up, straightening his collar. His dad stood also, smoothing out a crease in Albus’ robes.
“I better get back out there. Your mother’s going to pieces. They’ll be asking for you soon.” After a pause, his dad approached him and gave him a tight hug, which Albus returned gratefully, feeling more comforted than ever before. He watched with scared eyes as his father left.
In what seemed like no time, in which Al paced back and forth, he was called out. He exited the Burrow’s kitchen and moved across the backyard, being careful not to tread on the hem of his robes or get them dirty. After what seemed like an eternity, in which his heart’s pounding seemed to be louder than usual, he made it the orchard, where a large tent was set up. As soon as he entered, he almost stopped dead—everybody was looking at him. Slowly, he moved down the isle, meeting the eyes of schoolmates, of old teachers. Near the front he saw his parents—his mother was indeed crying, his father comforting her.
He was at his spot, now, and he stopped, turning to look up the aisle. Not even a minute later the music started, and down the aisle came Scorpius and Rose, arm in arm, Scorpius in dark blue robes, Rose in a pleasant yellow color. Once Scorpius was next to Al he clapped him on the shoulder, and Albus took another deep breath, giving a small smile to his best man. Jale and Lily came up, followed by James and Laney, and once they were in position, the crowd stood up, turning to look up the aisle. Al turned his head to do the same, and his breath hitched in his chest.
Heading towards him was Mr. Blake, smiling, albeit a little sadly. Who he was leading along, though, was the real reason that Al’s heart seemed to have stopped, his breathing gone. It was a woman in a beautiful dress of white, whose red hair was curling pleasantly. Her eyes were had a yellow tint to them, but as Al’s eyes connected with hers, they flushed to a pale pink. Finally, a true smile lit his lips, even if he still looked like he had just been beat upon the head with a bat. Even though she was so breathtaking that he couldn’t string together thoughts in his head.
It was Rory.
He watched, as if in slow motion, as she strolled up the aisle, smiling nervously at everybody. Like moving through butter, Al moved forward up the aisle, and met Rory and her father, who passed his daughter to Al. Linked, arm and arm, they made their way back up to the little ceremony wizard, where they dropped arms and turned their backs on the audience.
His hearing seemed to go from being gone to being magnified tenfold, as the wizard started to talk. As the ceremony took on, the only thing Albus was really aware of was the beautiful girl standing next to him. Standing there, side by side, he let his hand brush against her, and almost immediately her hand interlocked with hers. After what seemed like an eternity, the part that was most important came up.
“Do you, Albus Potter, take Aurora Blake to be your wife? To love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?’
He took a deep breath, turning towards Rory. Their eyes met again, and there was no doubt in his mind. “I do.” The ring on her finger fit perfectly.
When she returned her ‘I do’, he felt the intensity in the area sharpen, and to feel her hand on his, slipping on a ring, just felt right. He could almost hear the smile in the man’s voice, as he continued, “Then you now may kiss the bride.”
His mind switched back to a long time ago, in a snowy garden, when two best friends connected in a kiss. To a time by a lake, when two best friends finally quit denying their feelings and decided to give dating a try. His mind fast forwarded through all the fights, and all the make-ups; to all the hard ships and to all of the best moments he had ever experienced. He thought of a reluctant young girl, who didn’t know if dating her best friend was such a wise mood. He thought of all the people who helped him along, of all the effort it took to get Rory to fall in love with him. Blinking his eyes slowly, Al tilted his head a bit, smiling at Rory, noting that her cheeks were tinged pink. He took a deep breath, and leaned into her, eyes closing.
Al felt as if he were in a dream as their lips connected, and for all he would have known, they kissed for a year straight. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and as they broke apart, he met her pink-eyed gaze with a loving smile. Above them, doves were twittering, and he heard them announced, finally, as they were meant to be. Husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Potter.
“I love you,” they both breathed at the same time.
_____
Al's thoughts on his wedding day. Shameless fluff. :3