The Wedding Singer
Title: The Wedding Singer
Author:
sarahyyy
Beta:
strawberrimelon
Rating: G
Word Count: 578
Notes/Warning: Labor Day Challenge. Prompt 8: Lead Singer - The Weird Sisters
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Hermione and Ginny were deep in conversation when a group of people barged into the Burrow. Hermione looked up and froze. Ginny was gaping at the scene in front of her.
In front of them, the boys were grinning.
“Well,” Ron asked excitedly, “what do you think?”
Hermione glanced from one man to another and checked off their names mentally in her head, ‘Draco. Harry. Ron. Fred. George. Bill. Charlie.’
“Harry James Potter! What in the devil’s name are you doing?” Ginny screamed. “Oh Merlin, I feel faint.”
Hermione supposed that they used a hair-generating charm. All the Weasleys wore matching red beards (ala Santa Claus) whereas Draco and Harry had on thick moustaches. Their hairs were all mussed up, except for Harry who had his done in spikes. All the seven men wore black robes that were “artfully” ripped and wore black eyeliner.
“We’ve decided,” George started, “that since the Weird Sisters have decided to quit, we should take over.”
Hermione’s gape turned even wider, if possible. And then she blinked twice to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming.
“We’ve had Harry write to them already.” Fred continued. “Five times, actually.”
“And they said that we could!” Harry was a giggle-ish mess, not unlike Ron.
“After three howlers from each member, that is… But it was extremely worth it.” Ron added. “Oh, oh! Do you want to hear our New Weird Sisters Band Theme Song?”
“You have got to be kidding me.” Ginny said and as Charlie was about to start singing she continued, “Don’t tell me. Don’t start singing. I don’t want to know anything. I take my hands off you. All of you.”
She then walked out of the room, leaving Hermione with the Weird Sisters wannabes.
“Draco?” She asked, feeling quite hopeless about the situation. Just two months ago, they had wanted to come up with a cure for Wizarding Constipation. Hermione wasn’t even aware of an illness like that! (There wasn’t, actually. Fred and George had admitted after she had spent two sleepless nights in the Malfoy Manor Library searching for it.) And now it was singing? “You can’t tell me you agreed to this.”
“Well sorry, Hermione,” A rare grin twitched up his lips, “their offer was too…irresistible.”
She looked to Bill for explanation.
“Well, we made him the lead singer.” A shrug. Five identical grins. One extra smug looking Draco Malfoy.
“We’re going to play during the wedding.” Ron said, ignoring Hermione’s horrified look. “Malfoy’s the lead singer, Bill’s the lead guitarist, I’m playing the drums, Harry the bagpipe, Charlie’s playing the bass, Fred’s playing the cello and George is the rhythm guitarist.”
“You can’t play during my wedding! I forbid it!”
“It’s his wedding too, Herms,” Harry said cheerfully, “And he said we could play.”
“You. Can. Not.” She glared at Draco. He just grinned at her.
“Can too.” Ron said.
“Can not.”
“Can too.” Harry said.
“Absolutely not.”
“Can too!” Fred and George chorused.
“No, no, no, no, no!” Hermione screamed, hands over her ears, head shaking from side to side.
Bill and Charlie rapidly nodded their consent, laughing too hard at Hermione’s hysterical appearance to speak.
Her face twisted into a twisted expression of rage as she turned to her fiancé. “Draco Malfoy! You take back whatever you told them or I swear on Albus Dumbledore I’ll lock myself in during the wedding! There will be no wedding!”
Before the others could argue, the plan was called off.
Author:
sarahyyy
Beta:
strawberrimelon
Rating: G
Word Count: 578
Notes/Warning: Labor Day Challenge. Prompt 8: Lead Singer - The Weird Sisters
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Hermione and Ginny were deep in conversation when a group of people barged into the Burrow. Hermione looked up and froze. Ginny was gaping at the scene in front of her.
In front of them, the boys were grinning.
“Well,” Ron asked excitedly, “what do you think?”
Hermione glanced from one man to another and checked off their names mentally in her head, ‘Draco. Harry. Ron. Fred. George. Bill. Charlie.’
“Harry James Potter! What in the devil’s name are you doing?” Ginny screamed. “Oh Merlin, I feel faint.”
Hermione supposed that they used a hair-generating charm. All the Weasleys wore matching red beards (ala Santa Claus) whereas Draco and Harry had on thick moustaches. Their hairs were all mussed up, except for Harry who had his done in spikes. All the seven men wore black robes that were “artfully” ripped and wore black eyeliner.
“We’ve decided,” George started, “that since the Weird Sisters have decided to quit, we should take over.”
Hermione’s gape turned even wider, if possible. And then she blinked twice to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming.
“We’ve had Harry write to them already.” Fred continued. “Five times, actually.”
“And they said that we could!” Harry was a giggle-ish mess, not unlike Ron.
“After three howlers from each member, that is… But it was extremely worth it.” Ron added. “Oh, oh! Do you want to hear our New Weird Sisters Band Theme Song?”
“You have got to be kidding me.” Ginny said and as Charlie was about to start singing she continued, “Don’t tell me. Don’t start singing. I don’t want to know anything. I take my hands off you. All of you.”
She then walked out of the room, leaving Hermione with the Weird Sisters wannabes.
“Draco?” She asked, feeling quite hopeless about the situation. Just two months ago, they had wanted to come up with a cure for Wizarding Constipation. Hermione wasn’t even aware of an illness like that! (There wasn’t, actually. Fred and George had admitted after she had spent two sleepless nights in the Malfoy Manor Library searching for it.) And now it was singing? “You can’t tell me you agreed to this.”
“Well sorry, Hermione,” A rare grin twitched up his lips, “their offer was too…irresistible.”
She looked to Bill for explanation.
“Well, we made him the lead singer.” A shrug. Five identical grins. One extra smug looking Draco Malfoy.
“We’re going to play during the wedding.” Ron said, ignoring Hermione’s horrified look. “Malfoy’s the lead singer, Bill’s the lead guitarist, I’m playing the drums, Harry the bagpipe, Charlie’s playing the bass, Fred’s playing the cello and George is the rhythm guitarist.”
“You can’t play during my wedding! I forbid it!”
“It’s his wedding too, Herms,” Harry said cheerfully, “And he said we could play.”
“You. Can. Not.” She glared at Draco. He just grinned at her.
“Can too.” Ron said.
“Can not.”
“Can too.” Harry said.
“Absolutely not.”
“Can too!” Fred and George chorused.
“No, no, no, no, no!” Hermione screamed, hands over her ears, head shaking from side to side.
Bill and Charlie rapidly nodded their consent, laughing too hard at Hermione’s hysterical appearance to speak.
Her face twisted into a twisted expression of rage as she turned to her fiancé. “Draco Malfoy! You take back whatever you told them or I swear on Albus Dumbledore I’ll lock myself in during the wedding! There will be no wedding!”
Before the others could argue, the plan was called off.