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chapter 5
On Sunday the church bells rang with the upcoming wedding. Parkinson manor filled with relatives and friends offering gifts to Pansy and her soon to be husband. The house was full, but Pansy had still not come down.
Her father ran up to her room to get her. The house fell silent as he knocked on the door. “Pansy?” When there was no answer, he grew nervous. “Pansy my dear?” No answer. The guests were watching him nervously. It was said that Ron had won her love but now she seemed to be throwing a fit and refusing to come out. Her father was beginning to panic. Whispers started among the guests, the church bells grew louder. The outside public who wanted to see her get married were gossiping. “Pansy please. Pansy?” He gave one last knock and began to grow depressed.
Pansy emerged from her room looking gorgeous. A full gown accented in green. A wide skirt and long elegant sleeves, a deep v neck showing her cleavage. Her hair was styled in finger waves with a jeweled band, carrying her veil behind her. She was vision, the crowd reacted to her, clapping for her when she emerged. She held out her arm and her father tucked it in his own, walking her downstairs. She walked with dignity. But her face was expressionless.
She gave her sister a smile and a kiss which the crowd fond charming. She gave a smile of astonishment as she saw the various gifts given to her marriage. She reached out and touched the fine linens, the shiny silverware. She smelt a bouquet and gave it to a child nearby.
Outside it appeared that the whole town had come out to see her off to get married. Everyone knew of her attitude and most came to see if it was true. Her father patted her hand in reassurance. They began the walk to the church, which Pansy made with grace and dignity. To a stranger she looked every inch the well bred lady.
When they approached the church they stood and waited for Ron. Two hours later they still waited. Everyone had taken a seat and Mr. Parkinson was growing nervous. “Mr. Potter, why is he doing this, he is shaming this family by keeping us waiting.”
“He is only shaming me father. No everyone will look at me and think…..”
“Ron must be as mad as his wife, if he’s going to actually show up to marry her.” Pansy looked at the old man who spoke and prepared to launch herself at him. Two ladies from her family held her back as the crowd erupted. Soon a voice was heard.
“Ron Weasleys coming! Ron’s coming!” A young man came forward. Pansy righted herself and stood behind her father and waited. The young man spoke. “He’s in ripped jeans and beaten up leather jacket. He’s riding a hippogriff with an old rope for reins.” The crowd laughed. Pansy reached for her father and again he gave her a pat on the arm.
The crowd looked toward the main street they heard the hippogriff approached. Pansy stared in astonishment as she saw Ron. The hippogriff was he kept was in dire need of a bath, it looked as if it had been tramping through mud. Ron himself was in worn jeans, that’s looked as if they hadn’t been washed in weeks. His black shirt was covered by a long leather jacket that stopped at the knee. His hair was ruffled and blown all over from flying. He smiled at the crowd and waved, laughing. Pansy couldn’t believe his audacity.
The cheering of the crowd grew to a loud level as he dismounted and approached the bride and her father. “How are you my father?” He addressed to Pansy’s father. “Good day gentleman,” he said to the guests, “why are you frowning, has something happened?”
Mr. Parkinson stepped down. “Mr. Weasley how can you come here so late. Are you going to marry my daughter dressed like this?”
“Mr. Parkinson, she is marrying me not my clothes. It shouldn’t matter to her what I wear.” He looked at pansy. “But why should I talk to you when I should greet my lovely lady and steal a kiss.” The crowd gave a laugh as he approached Pansy.
She smiled at first but when he was close enough, pushed his chest and he fell back. The crowd behind him caught him and set him upright again. She threw the veil over her head and ran into the church right up to the alter. The guests and Ron followed suit, rushing to get into their seats. The cathedral filled with people rushing to get to their seats.
Ron knelt beside her as chaos settled. He tried to look at her but she kept her eyes forward and her veil on.
The official wizarding priest came forward slightly afraid, having heard of Pansy‘s behavior. “Ah, thank you.” Ron said, taking the goblet of ritual wine and took a drink to the shock of everyone. The assistant priest wrestled it away.
The blessing was given then the priest approached the couple. He addressed Ron, who looked as if he was sleeping, “Ronald?” He woke up. The crowd giggled.
“Will you take Pansy as your wedded wife?”
“I….” Ron launched into a coughing fit. The assistant priest slapped him on the back until it passed.
The priest repeated, “Will you take Pansy as your wedded wife?”
“Uh..the ring….” He began patting his chest and pockets. The priest grew impatient. He finally reached for his boots and pulled it from a pocket he created there. He held it up and laughed. Setting it down in the tray between them he took his ring and slipped it on.
The priest asks a little faster. “Ronald, will you take Pansy as your wedded wife?”
“Marry. I will.” He laughed, holding up his ring hand for show. The crowd joined in his laughter.
“Pansy?” She looked at him attentively and the priest backed a step away. “Pansy, will you take Ronald to be your wedded husband?”
The room was silent, Ron looked from the priest to Pansy. She demurely lifted the veil from her face and looked from Ron to the priest. Her face went from soft and serene to hard and angry as she spoke.
“I will…” Before she could say the word ‘not’, Ron crushed her lips in a kiss. The priest quickly said the last blessing and magic swirled around them. The crowd erupted in cheers led by her father, who rushed forward to kiss his daughter. Pansy was too shocked to do anything but gasp at what just happened. She was married now. And all around her cheering sounded.
Her father ran up to her room to get her. The house fell silent as he knocked on the door. “Pansy?” When there was no answer, he grew nervous. “Pansy my dear?” No answer. The guests were watching him nervously. It was said that Ron had won her love but now she seemed to be throwing a fit and refusing to come out. Her father was beginning to panic. Whispers started among the guests, the church bells grew louder. The outside public who wanted to see her get married were gossiping. “Pansy please. Pansy?” He gave one last knock and began to grow depressed.
Pansy emerged from her room looking gorgeous. A full gown accented in green. A wide skirt and long elegant sleeves, a deep v neck showing her cleavage. Her hair was styled in finger waves with a jeweled band, carrying her veil behind her. She was vision, the crowd reacted to her, clapping for her when she emerged. She held out her arm and her father tucked it in his own, walking her downstairs. She walked with dignity. But her face was expressionless.
She gave her sister a smile and a kiss which the crowd fond charming. She gave a smile of astonishment as she saw the various gifts given to her marriage. She reached out and touched the fine linens, the shiny silverware. She smelt a bouquet and gave it to a child nearby.
Outside it appeared that the whole town had come out to see her off to get married. Everyone knew of her attitude and most came to see if it was true. Her father patted her hand in reassurance. They began the walk to the church, which Pansy made with grace and dignity. To a stranger she looked every inch the well bred lady.
When they approached the church they stood and waited for Ron. Two hours later they still waited. Everyone had taken a seat and Mr. Parkinson was growing nervous. “Mr. Potter, why is he doing this, he is shaming this family by keeping us waiting.”
“He is only shaming me father. No everyone will look at me and think…..”
“Ron must be as mad as his wife, if he’s going to actually show up to marry her.” Pansy looked at the old man who spoke and prepared to launch herself at him. Two ladies from her family held her back as the crowd erupted. Soon a voice was heard.
“Ron Weasleys coming! Ron’s coming!” A young man came forward. Pansy righted herself and stood behind her father and waited. The young man spoke. “He’s in ripped jeans and beaten up leather jacket. He’s riding a hippogriff with an old rope for reins.” The crowd laughed. Pansy reached for her father and again he gave her a pat on the arm.
The crowd looked toward the main street they heard the hippogriff approached. Pansy stared in astonishment as she saw Ron. The hippogriff was he kept was in dire need of a bath, it looked as if it had been tramping through mud. Ron himself was in worn jeans, that’s looked as if they hadn’t been washed in weeks. His black shirt was covered by a long leather jacket that stopped at the knee. His hair was ruffled and blown all over from flying. He smiled at the crowd and waved, laughing. Pansy couldn’t believe his audacity.
The cheering of the crowd grew to a loud level as he dismounted and approached the bride and her father. “How are you my father?” He addressed to Pansy’s father. “Good day gentleman,” he said to the guests, “why are you frowning, has something happened?”
Mr. Parkinson stepped down. “Mr. Weasley how can you come here so late. Are you going to marry my daughter dressed like this?”
“Mr. Parkinson, she is marrying me not my clothes. It shouldn’t matter to her what I wear.” He looked at pansy. “But why should I talk to you when I should greet my lovely lady and steal a kiss.” The crowd gave a laugh as he approached Pansy.
She smiled at first but when he was close enough, pushed his chest and he fell back. The crowd behind him caught him and set him upright again. She threw the veil over her head and ran into the church right up to the alter. The guests and Ron followed suit, rushing to get into their seats. The cathedral filled with people rushing to get to their seats.
Ron knelt beside her as chaos settled. He tried to look at her but she kept her eyes forward and her veil on.
The official wizarding priest came forward slightly afraid, having heard of Pansy‘s behavior. “Ah, thank you.” Ron said, taking the goblet of ritual wine and took a drink to the shock of everyone. The assistant priest wrestled it away.
The blessing was given then the priest approached the couple. He addressed Ron, who looked as if he was sleeping, “Ronald?” He woke up. The crowd giggled.
“Will you take Pansy as your wedded wife?”
“I….” Ron launched into a coughing fit. The assistant priest slapped him on the back until it passed.
The priest repeated, “Will you take Pansy as your wedded wife?”
“Uh..the ring….” He began patting his chest and pockets. The priest grew impatient. He finally reached for his boots and pulled it from a pocket he created there. He held it up and laughed. Setting it down in the tray between them he took his ring and slipped it on.
The priest asks a little faster. “Ronald, will you take Pansy as your wedded wife?”
“Marry. I will.” He laughed, holding up his ring hand for show. The crowd joined in his laughter.
“Pansy?” She looked at him attentively and the priest backed a step away. “Pansy, will you take Ronald to be your wedded husband?”
The room was silent, Ron looked from the priest to Pansy. She demurely lifted the veil from her face and looked from Ron to the priest. Her face went from soft and serene to hard and angry as she spoke.
“I will…” Before she could say the word ‘not’, Ron crushed her lips in a kiss. The priest quickly said the last blessing and magic swirled around them. The crowd erupted in cheers led by her father, who rushed forward to kiss his daughter. Pansy was too shocked to do anything but gasp at what just happened. She was married now. And all around her cheering sounded.