It was Bill and Fleur's wedding day.

"You about ready to leave, my love?"

George hummed softly with a raised tone as he stood in front of a full length mirror, adjusting his bowtie. His head remained in the same position the entire time.

Well, until he heard the clicking of your heels enter the room.

His head turned in an instant as he saw your reflection in the corner of the mirror. His eyes widened. His heart skipped a beat. The air left his lungs entirely.

"Well, aren't you a looker.."

He smiled, raising his eyebrows as he shamelessly rakes his gaze up and down your form.

You simply stood there in the doorway, unable to wipe the subtle smile threatening to curl on your lips away. You held the two lace ends of the backside of your dress in your hands.

"Could you-?"

"You needn't ask, darling."

He nodded, already starting towards you. His cologne wafted against you as he stood behind you, the air blowing your hair just slightly. He took the laces in his hands, beginning to thread them through their respective loops.

"You look gorgeous."