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Molly loved weddings, and Harry and Ginny’s wedding was beautiful, nobody could argue otherwise. It was similar than Bill and Fleur’s in that it took place outside with large white canopies, but instead of being at the backyard of the Burrow, they held it in the back orchard.
Strings of beautifully made fairy lights were strung up along the inside and outside of the tents, twinkling brightly and making the whole party look like it was bathed in stars.
Molly sniffed, holding her glass of wine as she watched Arthur twirl their youngest around. It brought back memories of when Ginny had been little, listening to the Wizard Wireless and dancing around the living room with her brothers.
A part of her missed her children when they were young, but another was infinitely proud of how well they’d grown up. Another, even smaller part of her brain was also very happy that Harry and Ginny had waited until the end of the Quidditch season, so there was no possibility of her daughter rolling up with mud on her dress.
“Mrs Weasley?”
Molly looked up, teary eyes wide as she looked at Harry who stood above her. His emerald tie under his dress robes sparkled with the lights, matching his eyes, and she realized that the couple must have done it on purpose.
“Oh dear,” She said. “You don’t need to do that,”
“Dance with me?” Harry offered. Molly took his accepted hand and they walked out to join Arthur and Ginny on the floor, as well as other muttered family and friends.
A creaking song started - some Celestia Warbeck, which made Molly’s heart cry even more - and the two started dancing. Molly, even though she’d been to several of her children's weddings now, was a little out of practice, and Harry wasn’t as good as he wanted, but they settled into a rhythm in a few seconds.
“It's a very lovely wedding dear,” Molly said. “You and Ginny did very well,”
“We had loads of help,” Harry grinned. “I think Hermione’s about to change careers,”
Hermione was settling into a career in magical law - specifically for the defense and rights of magical creatures and those of descent - but the thought of the bushy haired witch becoming a professional wedding planner didn’t seem so out there.
Harry spun Molly around, both laughing a little. They danced by Arthur and Ginny, who also spun so the newlyweds could high five.
“Hey!” Harry realized, almost a little too loudly. He lowered his voice. “Now I can actually call you mum and not feel weird about it!”
“W-what?” Molly stuttered, eyes wide, right before she burst into tears and stopped dancing to grab Harry into a huge hug. “Dear, you didn’t need to wait!”
Arthur and Ginny twirled past again, but this time Arthur handed his daughter off to Harry, taking his wife and dancing with her. The two older Weasleys glanced over at the floor as they walked off, smiling at their children.
“Oh Arthur!” Molly sniffed harder. “We did so well,”
“A pretty good brood,” Arthur agreed.
Molly sniffed again and looked at the tent, smiling even wider as the little white fairy lights made each of her children and their significant others glow.
Nine official children now, if she counted the spouses. Hermione was sure to make an even ten, when she and Ron got married in a few years. George was dancing an awful lot with Angelina Johnson, and Molly figured she’d make a wonderful eleven.
Molly loved weddings.