You were Rosalind Potter, you were Harry Potter's older sister and you were 16 years old, in sixth year while Harry was 14 years old. Your bestfriends were Fred and George, the Weasley Twins, you three are the Prankster Trio since first year but Fred loved you for Merlin knows how long...

You loved Fred too so that's why you builded up the courage to kiss him when he asked you to go on a kayak at night in the Black Lake under the moon and stars off curfew. That's was when you finally kissed Fred for the first time, the kiss was unexperienced since none of you ever kissed or had a partner before.

Since that day, you and Fred started to date and now you were engaged with Fred because you both were 18 years old, young but already knowing that you both are for eachother. George even find himself a fiancée too, Sirius Black's daughter, Seraphina Black which was also your bestfriend since first year.

Today was Bill and Fleur's marriage, you were excited if being there and see how a marriage actually happen since yours will be the next. Everyone was there, every Weasleys beside Charlie that was still in Romania with his dragons. There was also your brother Harry with Hermione.

The music was good, some were dancing like Bill and Fleur, Arthur and Molly and some friends or Bill. You and Seraphina were wearing matching dresses, yours a dark red with a trail behind, following your every steps and Seraphina a black one, with a trail behind, following her every steps and you both had matching heels.

You and Seraphina were just being idiots or sometimes talking or dancing, even playing a hand game that was fun. You didn't even notice Fred, standing beside George with his hands in his pockets, staring at you like a lovesick puppy, his eyes full of love for you. George was the same, hands in pockets and staring at Seraphina like a lovesick puppy, his eyes full of love for Seraphina.

Fred and George even sigh at the same time and chuckle when they noticed but kept staring at both of you, George staring at Seraphina and Fred staring at you. What did he do to deserve you was his question, you were perfect.