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...Or Forever Hold Your Peace
Title: ...Or Forever Hold Your Peace
Author: Ryan
WARNING: This contains incest and mild slash. If you are offended by either, DO NOT READ. Also, a minor HBP spoiler.
Pairing: BW/CW, implied BW/FD
Disclaimer: Of course I don\'t own them, JK does. I\'m not nearly imaginative enough to create characters like this!
Godric\'s Hollow was shimmering. The golden rays of sunlight streaming down upon the charming little neighborhood were perfect for the events of the day. Those passing by could not help but notice the liveliness of the first house on the left, where wizards and witches were bustling around a handsomely polished backyard, slowly filing in to their impeccable whitewashed oak seats. A magnificent altar stood at the front of the event, singing nymphs (Fleur always was fond of these, a Beauxbatons specialty) etched in to its wainscoating. Though Arthur Weasley was not especially popular among the Ministry workers, a great deal of them turned out to see his son\'s wedding (though most of them attended due to the increasing rumors of his bride\'s beauty.) The men gathered in one area, mundanely discussing Scrimgeor\'s various decisions and trying to sneak glances in to the bride\'s chambers, where the entrancing veela was clad in a blindingly white silk dress. On the other side, the women muttered under their breath about the unfortunate incident involving the groom and Fenrir Greyback, though luckily he hadn\'t suffered any drastic side effects aside from the occassional animalistic urges and behavior. When Molly Weasley puttered over, they immediately dropped the topic and engaged in typical overinflated compliments while sipping champagne. Bill may have been standing far away from the gossipers, but one thing that came out of his attack was a heightened sense of hearing, enabling him to catch every falsely sympathetic word spilling from their lips. He grunted and turned back in to the house, eager to escape the hustle and bustle and have a quiet moment to himself to calm his nerves.
* * *
Bill Weasley sat in the corner of his room, slumped over in a stiff-backed chair, rumpling his long, fiery hair with one hand while the other absentmidedly fidgeted with the coarse material of his rather shabby tuxedo. Deep, shuddering breaths imbued with nervousness were inhaled and expelled from his quivering body, and he nearly jumped a mile out of his seat when the door sharply swung open and a figure stood leaning against the doorway. He leveled his gaze at the intruder, but a wave of relief swept over him when he realized it was his older brother Charlie, who donned a somber expression.
\"Why the long face, it\'s my wedding day after all,\" Bill managed after a tense silence.
\"Don\'t. You know why.\"
Bill frowned and walked over to his brother, who had his head tipped down and face hidden. Bill wrapped his arms around Charlie\'s neck, pulling him closer to offer comfort and warmth. Tears streamed down Charlie\'s face, making their way on to the front of Bill\'s tux, as Bill whispered in Charlie\'s ear softly.
\"You knew it was coming, Charlie...how could this ever last, we\'re...we\'re...\"
Charlie looked up painfully in to his brother\'s eyes, and muttered, \"Brothers...I know. But thinking of you and her,\" he added vehemently, \"makes me sick. Knowing she\'ll have you tonight, knowing she\'ll take away from me what\'s--\"
Bill interrupted him quickly, \"She\'s not taking me away from you, I\'ll always be near you. We just won\'t be able to do...that. And I do love her, so it\'d be nice if you started to warm up to her a bit.\"
Charlie laughed bitterly at this, breaking their embrace \"I suppose I\'m just a little...,\" he crept his arms back around Bill\'s body and whispering, \"territorial.\" He arched his eyebrows suggestively.
It was Bill who broke away this time, with a stone-faced expression. \"Don\'t, please. Not now.\"
Charlie pulled his brother closer and replied, \"When, then? Tomorrow, the day after? I\'m yours. Whenever.\"
Bill couldn\'t resist anymore, and he flung himself at Charlie, meeting him with a passionate and rough kiss. In the heat of things, he forgot himself, his surroundings, knowing only the touch, feel, and taste of Bill as they stumbled over to the wall, which he was pinned against. They fumbled for each others clothing, oblivious to the noise they were making with their repeating slams in to the wall, and to the questions it would soon provoke.
* * *
Harry and Ron walked slowly away from the backyard, through the sliding glass door and in to the vacated living room, where their slow steps eventually led them to the ornate dining table. They both drew up chairs, and chattered away about various topics, eventually leading them to the wedding.
\"Great house. Bill and Fleur\'ll love it here, though I\'m sure she\'ll find something to complain about,\" Harry chuckled.
Ron countered defensively, \"Oy, leave her alone. She\'s not that bad, she\'s just...picky.\"
Harry snorted. \"Yeah, that\'s a polite word for what she is. Not as bad as you, though, you\'re mad about your sister-in-law!\"
\"...Sister-in-law? Guess I never thought about it that way...damn, that\'s not good.\"
They both roared with laughter, and when Harry was about to bring up their NEWT grades, they heard a loud bang behind them. Looking stunned and curious, they both got up slowly and made their way through the hallways, trying to identify the room where god-knows-what was happening. \"Bet Mad-Eye\'s busy hexing a \'suspicious\' floral arrangement.\" Though when they passed Bill\'s room, it happened again, a number of times. They both exchanged looks of nervousness now, drawing their wands, and swiftly throwing the door open.
Bill was leaned over a table, his face covered with sweat and his eyes full of ecstasy, Charlie bent over him and--
\"What the....h-how...Bill...Charlie? Gonna. Be. Sick,\" Ron bolted from the room, surprisingly not shrieking at the top of his lungs. Harry stood, equally shocked, his jaw hanging near the floor.
\"Harry, it\'s...not what it looks like,\" Charlie offered lamely.
\"What the hell is it, then?\" He shouted, his voice much higher than usual. The brothers exchanged looks of wide-eyed fear, seemingly cemented in embarrassment. \"At least get out of that position!\"
They scrambled for their clothes, stuttering as they went, and once they were covered up enough, they turned to a Harry who had already left in shock. He was stalking down the hallway, a million repulsive thoughts racing through his mind, passing by the bathroom where retching noises were heard very distinctly. Mrs. Weasley was humming as she walked down the corridor, a wide grin spreading across her face as she took notice of Harry.
\"Harry, dear, come along outside. Fleur\'s all ready, but we can\'t seem to find the groom!\" She laughed good-naturedly. \"I\'m just off to his room, sure a little bit of pre-nuptial jitters got to him. Get a good seat, dear, it\'s packed out there.\"
She tutted past him, but Harry grabbed her by the arm and stopped her from nearing Bill\'s room. Even though they were probably fully dressed right now, Harry wasn\'t taking any chances. The last thing we need is for Mrs. Weasley to have a stroke. \"No, Bill\'s fine. He\'s just...changing. Told him to do it sooner, but he likes to leave things to the last minute, you know Bill.\" He attempted a knowing chuckle, but instead a wheezing sound came out of his parched throat.
Mrs. Weasley looked curious. \"Bill never procrastinates, Harry...I don\'t know what you\'re on about. Well, I guess as long as he\'s coming.\" She steered Harry back through the living room and out on to the beautiful lawn. She wasn\'t lying, there was barely any seats left as a vast variety of witches and wizards were sitting their, twiddling their thumbs, barely masking their annoyance at the lack of punctuality. Aggravated murmurs swept the crowd. \"Really, no sense of time. I\'ve got to back at the inn by noon, it\'s high season,\" one disgruntled attendant could be heard muttering to his neighbor.
Harry meandered over to a seat next to Hermione, another vacant one adjacent to him, no doubt for Ron. She beamed at him, taking up small talk and raising questions Harry didn\'t feel like answering.
\"Where\'s Ron?\" Hermione inquired.
\"I guess lateness runs in the family,\" Harry offered, which she surprisingly accepted without another word.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him, and when he craned his neck to see, he saw Bill trudging down the aisle. He was smiling, but uneasiness and shame could be seen in his rapidly moving eyes that wouldn\'t dare acknowledge Harry. The rest of the day went unhindered: Fleur looked even more beautiful than usual in her dress (this made Ron temporarily forget the horror he felt at his discovery), they exchanged suitably sappy vows, and nearly everyone in the crowd teared up. Mrs. Weasley could be heard gasping for breath behind them, in between shuddering sobs, and Arthur had his arm firmly (almost aggravatedly) around her shoulder. Hermione even got a little misty-eyed, but neither Harry or Ron was paying attention to the current proceedings, only reliving that moment of humiliation over and over again in their head.
* * *
Charlie sat and watched the nuptials with a defiant and vaguely hurt look on his face. No one took the time to glance over at him, so no offense was taken at his killjoy attitude, but Bill was frequently shooting glances at his brother out of the corner of his eyes. When the minister neared the end of his duties with the line \"If anyone object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,\" Charlie was stung with helplessness. Of course he objected, but yet, what could he say? Bill looked over for a long time now at his brother, shaking his head as a way to disquiet any rebellion in Charlie, provoking silent tears from them both.
\"Beel, you do not \'ave to weep for me,\" Fleur chuckled softly as she wiped his tears away, but Bill never took his eyes off Charlie. He never heard the minister say, \"You may now kiss the bride,\" but when he felt Fleur\'s lips on him, he reluctantly turned back to her. Applause rang out through the backyard, yet Charlie didn\'t even consider it. He mouthed the words, \"I love you\" to Bill, who returned the gesture discreetly as he walked back to the house with Fleur wrapped around him. At least he had that to hang on to.
Author: Ryan
WARNING: This contains incest and mild slash. If you are offended by either, DO NOT READ. Also, a minor HBP spoiler.
Pairing: BW/CW, implied BW/FD
Disclaimer: Of course I don\'t own them, JK does. I\'m not nearly imaginative enough to create characters like this!
Godric\'s Hollow was shimmering. The golden rays of sunlight streaming down upon the charming little neighborhood were perfect for the events of the day. Those passing by could not help but notice the liveliness of the first house on the left, where wizards and witches were bustling around a handsomely polished backyard, slowly filing in to their impeccable whitewashed oak seats. A magnificent altar stood at the front of the event, singing nymphs (Fleur always was fond of these, a Beauxbatons specialty) etched in to its wainscoating. Though Arthur Weasley was not especially popular among the Ministry workers, a great deal of them turned out to see his son\'s wedding (though most of them attended due to the increasing rumors of his bride\'s beauty.) The men gathered in one area, mundanely discussing Scrimgeor\'s various decisions and trying to sneak glances in to the bride\'s chambers, where the entrancing veela was clad in a blindingly white silk dress. On the other side, the women muttered under their breath about the unfortunate incident involving the groom and Fenrir Greyback, though luckily he hadn\'t suffered any drastic side effects aside from the occassional animalistic urges and behavior. When Molly Weasley puttered over, they immediately dropped the topic and engaged in typical overinflated compliments while sipping champagne. Bill may have been standing far away from the gossipers, but one thing that came out of his attack was a heightened sense of hearing, enabling him to catch every falsely sympathetic word spilling from their lips. He grunted and turned back in to the house, eager to escape the hustle and bustle and have a quiet moment to himself to calm his nerves.
* * *
Bill Weasley sat in the corner of his room, slumped over in a stiff-backed chair, rumpling his long, fiery hair with one hand while the other absentmidedly fidgeted with the coarse material of his rather shabby tuxedo. Deep, shuddering breaths imbued with nervousness were inhaled and expelled from his quivering body, and he nearly jumped a mile out of his seat when the door sharply swung open and a figure stood leaning against the doorway. He leveled his gaze at the intruder, but a wave of relief swept over him when he realized it was his older brother Charlie, who donned a somber expression.
\"Why the long face, it\'s my wedding day after all,\" Bill managed after a tense silence.
\"Don\'t. You know why.\"
Bill frowned and walked over to his brother, who had his head tipped down and face hidden. Bill wrapped his arms around Charlie\'s neck, pulling him closer to offer comfort and warmth. Tears streamed down Charlie\'s face, making their way on to the front of Bill\'s tux, as Bill whispered in Charlie\'s ear softly.
\"You knew it was coming, Charlie...how could this ever last, we\'re...we\'re...\"
Charlie looked up painfully in to his brother\'s eyes, and muttered, \"Brothers...I know. But thinking of you and her,\" he added vehemently, \"makes me sick. Knowing she\'ll have you tonight, knowing she\'ll take away from me what\'s--\"
Bill interrupted him quickly, \"She\'s not taking me away from you, I\'ll always be near you. We just won\'t be able to do...that. And I do love her, so it\'d be nice if you started to warm up to her a bit.\"
Charlie laughed bitterly at this, breaking their embrace \"I suppose I\'m just a little...,\" he crept his arms back around Bill\'s body and whispering, \"territorial.\" He arched his eyebrows suggestively.
It was Bill who broke away this time, with a stone-faced expression. \"Don\'t, please. Not now.\"
Charlie pulled his brother closer and replied, \"When, then? Tomorrow, the day after? I\'m yours. Whenever.\"
Bill couldn\'t resist anymore, and he flung himself at Charlie, meeting him with a passionate and rough kiss. In the heat of things, he forgot himself, his surroundings, knowing only the touch, feel, and taste of Bill as they stumbled over to the wall, which he was pinned against. They fumbled for each others clothing, oblivious to the noise they were making with their repeating slams in to the wall, and to the questions it would soon provoke.
* * *
Harry and Ron walked slowly away from the backyard, through the sliding glass door and in to the vacated living room, where their slow steps eventually led them to the ornate dining table. They both drew up chairs, and chattered away about various topics, eventually leading them to the wedding.
\"Great house. Bill and Fleur\'ll love it here, though I\'m sure she\'ll find something to complain about,\" Harry chuckled.
Ron countered defensively, \"Oy, leave her alone. She\'s not that bad, she\'s just...picky.\"
Harry snorted. \"Yeah, that\'s a polite word for what she is. Not as bad as you, though, you\'re mad about your sister-in-law!\"
\"...Sister-in-law? Guess I never thought about it that way...damn, that\'s not good.\"
They both roared with laughter, and when Harry was about to bring up their NEWT grades, they heard a loud bang behind them. Looking stunned and curious, they both got up slowly and made their way through the hallways, trying to identify the room where god-knows-what was happening. \"Bet Mad-Eye\'s busy hexing a \'suspicious\' floral arrangement.\" Though when they passed Bill\'s room, it happened again, a number of times. They both exchanged looks of nervousness now, drawing their wands, and swiftly throwing the door open.
Bill was leaned over a table, his face covered with sweat and his eyes full of ecstasy, Charlie bent over him and--
\"What the....h-how...Bill...Charlie? Gonna. Be. Sick,\" Ron bolted from the room, surprisingly not shrieking at the top of his lungs. Harry stood, equally shocked, his jaw hanging near the floor.
\"Harry, it\'s...not what it looks like,\" Charlie offered lamely.
\"What the hell is it, then?\" He shouted, his voice much higher than usual. The brothers exchanged looks of wide-eyed fear, seemingly cemented in embarrassment. \"At least get out of that position!\"
They scrambled for their clothes, stuttering as they went, and once they were covered up enough, they turned to a Harry who had already left in shock. He was stalking down the hallway, a million repulsive thoughts racing through his mind, passing by the bathroom where retching noises were heard very distinctly. Mrs. Weasley was humming as she walked down the corridor, a wide grin spreading across her face as she took notice of Harry.
\"Harry, dear, come along outside. Fleur\'s all ready, but we can\'t seem to find the groom!\" She laughed good-naturedly. \"I\'m just off to his room, sure a little bit of pre-nuptial jitters got to him. Get a good seat, dear, it\'s packed out there.\"
She tutted past him, but Harry grabbed her by the arm and stopped her from nearing Bill\'s room. Even though they were probably fully dressed right now, Harry wasn\'t taking any chances. The last thing we need is for Mrs. Weasley to have a stroke. \"No, Bill\'s fine. He\'s just...changing. Told him to do it sooner, but he likes to leave things to the last minute, you know Bill.\" He attempted a knowing chuckle, but instead a wheezing sound came out of his parched throat.
Mrs. Weasley looked curious. \"Bill never procrastinates, Harry...I don\'t know what you\'re on about. Well, I guess as long as he\'s coming.\" She steered Harry back through the living room and out on to the beautiful lawn. She wasn\'t lying, there was barely any seats left as a vast variety of witches and wizards were sitting their, twiddling their thumbs, barely masking their annoyance at the lack of punctuality. Aggravated murmurs swept the crowd. \"Really, no sense of time. I\'ve got to back at the inn by noon, it\'s high season,\" one disgruntled attendant could be heard muttering to his neighbor.
Harry meandered over to a seat next to Hermione, another vacant one adjacent to him, no doubt for Ron. She beamed at him, taking up small talk and raising questions Harry didn\'t feel like answering.
\"Where\'s Ron?\" Hermione inquired.
\"I guess lateness runs in the family,\" Harry offered, which she surprisingly accepted without another word.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him, and when he craned his neck to see, he saw Bill trudging down the aisle. He was smiling, but uneasiness and shame could be seen in his rapidly moving eyes that wouldn\'t dare acknowledge Harry. The rest of the day went unhindered: Fleur looked even more beautiful than usual in her dress (this made Ron temporarily forget the horror he felt at his discovery), they exchanged suitably sappy vows, and nearly everyone in the crowd teared up. Mrs. Weasley could be heard gasping for breath behind them, in between shuddering sobs, and Arthur had his arm firmly (almost aggravatedly) around her shoulder. Hermione even got a little misty-eyed, but neither Harry or Ron was paying attention to the current proceedings, only reliving that moment of humiliation over and over again in their head.
* * *
Charlie sat and watched the nuptials with a defiant and vaguely hurt look on his face. No one took the time to glance over at him, so no offense was taken at his killjoy attitude, but Bill was frequently shooting glances at his brother out of the corner of his eyes. When the minister neared the end of his duties with the line \"If anyone object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,\" Charlie was stung with helplessness. Of course he objected, but yet, what could he say? Bill looked over for a long time now at his brother, shaking his head as a way to disquiet any rebellion in Charlie, provoking silent tears from them both.
\"Beel, you do not \'ave to weep for me,\" Fleur chuckled softly as she wiped his tears away, but Bill never took his eyes off Charlie. He never heard the minister say, \"You may now kiss the bride,\" but when he felt Fleur\'s lips on him, he reluctantly turned back to her. Applause rang out through the backyard, yet Charlie didn\'t even consider it. He mouthed the words, \"I love you\" to Bill, who returned the gesture discreetly as he walked back to the house with Fleur wrapped around him. At least he had that to hang on to.