Love Gone Mad

Adara faced herself in a floor length mirror. Her mother's wedding gown cascaded down her figure, fitting her body as if the dress was hand crafted with her in mind. And it was pigmented in the most pristine white. Adara turned to the side, monitoring her attire from every angle; desiring to look perfect. Today, after all, was her wedding day. She stared into the eyes of her reflection and in the stillness of the moment, she smiled. Today she was a bride. George Weasley's bride.



George paced the floor his old bedroom in the Burrow. He occasionally shook his shoulders, in hope of removing the constant surge of nerves that coursed through his body. He couldn't eat; he couldn't sleep, or even think straight. His mind was affixed to one thing and one thing only. Adara. Adara. Adara. His best man and brother, Ron, stood at his side. Both men were adjusting their ties. One man was using every ounce of strength he had to remain standing.



"Adara," Narcissa called out as she entered a spare bedroom in the Burrow that was now being used as a dressing room for the bride.

Narcissa watched her niece turn to face her, Adara had just finished applying the finishing touches to her make up. She was glowing. Radiant. In love. Narcissa sniffled back her tears that continually filled her eyes this day.

"George is waiting outside for the gift exchange."

Several days before the wedding, George and Adara shared the desire to exchange wedding presents with one another the day of their wedding but before the ceremony. How would they do this without seeing each other? They weren't sure that is, until Narcissa thought of a way.

Adara was led by her aunt onto the grounds of the Weasley's home. A warm rush of air kissed the bride's cheeks and its fragrance awakened the knowledge of the coming arrival of autumn. Adara used one hand to shield her eyes from any accidental glimpses of her groom and the other hand clenched the gathering fabric of her gown, hoping to prevent from tripping over its length.

George Weasley and Draco Malfoy waited on the opposite side of the house from where Narcissa and Adara were approaching. Both groups destinations were at the corner. Out of sight from one another, but still in arms reach. Just enough to swap gifts without giving away their appearance.

"Draco?" Narcissa questioned, "Is George ready?"

Adara's breath caught in her throat, caging the horde of butterflies that pestered her nerves. Knowing she was standing inches away from George, but couldn't see him was unbearable.

"Yes," Adara heard her cousin reply, the sound of his voice reached her ears in a muffled tone. Her heart was beating too loudly.

Getting caught in the moment and nearly forgetting; Adara removed her hand from her face. Her sparkling sapphire eyes met gray as her cousin, Draco, gazed upon her.

"Adara, you look stunning," the platinum blond breathed, a warm smile greeted his lips.
The bride blushed and returned a smile to Draco.

"Stop teasing me, Draco," Adara heard the shaking voice of her soon-to-be husband. She giggled.

George rested his back against his home. His pulse continued to quicken, which he didn't believe possible. He began to fear he might collapse.

"Hello, my love," the soft voice of his bride greeted him from just around the corner. George's eyes glanced down at the ground where the fabric of Adara's wedding gown accidentally showed itself.

A nervous chuckle escaped George's lips. His usual charming demeanor had left him.

"My bride," were the words that nestled into Adara's ears. The anticipation built inside her. Thankfully, her knees buckled at the sound of George's softly spoken voice or she would have rounded the corner, and embraced her love; kissing him continually.

Narcissa and Draco watched the couple, keeping a distance for privacy, but making sure Adara and George couldn't see one another.

"This is for you," Adara spoke, her voice poured out smoothly, betraying her trembling figure.
She stretched her hand around the corner, revealing to George a long, rectangular, white box. Adara watched George's hand grip the present and her heart fluttered. For a moment she battled the desire to call out to her aunt Narcissa, begging to let her see George.
"And this is for you, Adara," George's words continued to be spoken softly with love laced over each letter.


George sat upon a paisley embroidered chair in the vacant surrounding on his bedroom. He asked his family for a few minutes of solitude before he made his way to the alter. Tears glided down his cheeks as he examined the wedding gift Adara had given him a few moments before.

In his hands he held white photo album. It was simple. Only the words, "Our story," decorated the cover. Slowly he opened the book's contents to the first page where a picture himself and Adara had rested. He smiled as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Adara was still staying at the Burrow and one morning they had awoken to snow. He caused himself to laugh as he remembered how excited she'd been, nearly tripping over her own feet as she stormed outside. They'd just had a snowball fight. He'd won. Of course. And Adara had stolen his wool hat. The one his mother had knitted from himself and Fred. He remembered how he came up and hugged her from behind, just as Hermione Granger stepped outside with the camera. This was the picture that was before him. The couple's cheeks were flushed from the cold winter air. His smile and Adara's couldn't have gotten any wider if they tried.



He turned to the next page, expecting to see more photos; however, that wasn’t what he found. He found a letter. Their first letter. Each page held every letter he’d ever written to Adara. She’d saved them all.



Adara clenched in her hand the note George had written to go along with her wedding present. She smiled at the memory he’d brought back in writing and set the parchment beside her on the bed. Then, she picked up the small white box that the note had previously lain in and lifted a piece of tissue paper that kept the rest of her gift hidden. Adara’s face drained and her finger traced the rim of a skeleton key before holding it in her hands.

“Oh my, he bought you a house,” the calm voice of Adara’s aunt Naomi caught her attention.

Adara turned her head to her aunt that strode toward her then sat beside her on the edge of the bed. Resting in Naomi’s lap was a light pink, circular hat box.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” Naomi smiled. Her laugh lines creased around her lips and corners of her eyes.

“You’re not intruding,” Adara whispered, still in awe of George’s gift. He bought her a home. Their home.

“I have something for you,” Naomi expressed, resting her freshly manicured hands upon the lid of the box in her lap.

Adara eyed her aunt curiously as she raised the lid off the round container.

This is what it would be like if my mother was here.

From inside the box, Naomi pulled out a wedding veil. Adara gasped at the elegant headpiece her aunt presented her with.

“This is my veil,” Naomi smiled, turning her head toward her niece. “And I’d like to give it to you.”

Adara placed two fingers to her lips, almost smudging her nude lip gloss.

“Are you sure?” the bride questioned, the veil appeared too beautiful to touch.

“I would love nothing more,” Naomi beamed as she rose from her seat. “Let me put it on you.”

Adara stood to her feet and glided to face the mirror. The train of her dress cascaded behind her.

“You look so much like your mother did on her wedding day,” Naomi expressed as she caressed the side of Adara’s arm. Both women stared at one another through their reflections.

“Blair would be so proud of you,” Naomi choked as she lifted the veil to the top of Adara’s head. The bride watched her aunt in silence, unable to speak.

Naomi gently adjusted the veil to cover Adara’s face. Glazed over sapphire eyes shown through the white meshing and Adara turned to face her aunt.

“Thank you,” she collided into Naomi in a warm embrace. “I am so glad you are here.”



“Are you ready, George?” Arthur Weasley entered his son’s bedroom. The man was grinning like mad.

George faced his father. And both men stood in silence for a moment. Sharing unspoken words Father and son. Arthur told himself he wouldn’t cry. Then, George clasped his hands together and felt a hand rest upon his shoulder. He looked to his left and caught the stare of his brother, Ronald. Bill Weasley was standing behind him and Percy to his right. The brother’s shared a smile.

“Let’s go get married,” Bill chimed in while slugging his brother, George, in the arm as he walked past.



"You're welcome."

"What did I thank you for?" Adara questioned as she helped Deveny zip up the back of her bridesmaid dress.

"George," Deveny flattered herself. She pinned back a blond curl that fell beside her earlobe and smoothed out her teal dress.

Adara suppressed a laugh and sighed instead. She wrapped her arms around her childhood friend in a tight embrace.

"Thank you," the bride whispered before pulling away and spraying a wisp of her perfume to her wrists and neck. Vanilla scented.

"It's time, Adara," the maid of honor, Rachelle, announced from the doorway. Adara's cousins Vivian and Serena stood beside Rachelle. And Ginny Weasley took up the rear. Each clenching their bouquets and modeling teary eyes.


George Weasley stood at the altar, waiting for his bride.

The wedding tent he was to be married in was decorated in rich shades of purple and teal. The wedding color scheme Adara had chosen. He faced several rows of white cushioned chairs. Half of the room was occupied by his family and friends. Half of the room held Adara's relatives and close friends. But George paid no attention to the guests. Or his brothers and Draco Malfoy that stood in a diagonal line beside him, each cracking wedding jokes to make George, somehow, even more nervous. His palms were sweaty and the tented space he was in seemed to be roasting his skin. His hazel eyes were glued to the center aisle which was adorned with a white laced runner and rose petals.



Adara waited behind a rich purple curtain that separated her from the wedding scene just beyond. At this moment, her bridesmaids were slowly strolling down the center aisle and taking their places beside the alter. Soon it would be her turn. Soon she’d be reunited with George. A man cleared his throat behind Adara and she turned, her cheek gently grazed against her veil.

“May I walk you down the aisle?” Lucius Malfoy asked as he held out his arm for his niece to take.

Adara’s heart slowed down and a quivering smile met her lips.

“You make a beautiful bride, my dear,” her uncle whispered into her ears as he linked his arm with hers. Rachelle was now making her decent down the aisle. Adara was next.

“Thank you, uncle,” Adara whispered, sniffling back her tears. She clenched his arm tightly as a grand piano began to play ”Air” by Johann Sebastian Bach, a famous muggle composer.

“It’s time,” Lucius whispered in Adara’s ear.

The world grew still was the curtain lifted. Adara didn’t take in the lavish and elegant décor of her wedding. She didn’t send a warm smile to greet her family and friends that watched her glide down the aisle beside her uncle. What she did do was stare. Stare at the man that waited for her; George, who was bright eyed with a smile that matched her own. Beaming from ear to ear and glowing.

She watched George’s lips mouth the words, “I love you.” With each step she took her heart swelled. With each breath she breathed she drifted. All was still around her as she made it to the foot of the wedding alter. Adara’s sapphire eyes latched onto the most handsome man she’d ever seen.



"Who gives this women to this man?" the warm voice of the wedding minister asked. Adara glanced over at her uncle, who held a firm grip on her arm. Loud sniffling reached Adara's ears and she turned to look at her aunt Narcissa and Naomi, who were seated in the front row. The tears had begun so quickly.

"Her uncle," Lucius Malfoy's deep voice expressed and he kissed Adara on the cheek. She watched him take a seat next to his wife, who clasped her groom's hand. Then, Adara's attention was grabbed by a familiar warmth gracing her side. She turned and met the eyes of George, who grasped her hand.

"Are you ready to marry me?" George teased; the warmth of his breath against her sent a flood of goose bumps over her body.

"With all of my heart," Adara whispered back as George took the few steps needed to reach the altar once more.

“Dear family and friends, on behalf of George Weasley and Adara Malfoy I welcome all of you for this marriage celebration,” the old minister’s voice greeted the crowd.

“George,” the wedding minister faced the groom, “the woman who stands by your side is going to be your wife. She will look to you for comfort, for support, for love, for understanding, for encouragement, and for protection. You must never take her for granted, and always stand by her for good or ill.”

Adara breathed in.

George turned his face toward Adara, pure sincerity filled his eyes. “Today in presence family and friends, I join my life with yours. Wherever you go, I will go. Whatever you face, I will face. For good times or bad times, in happiness or sadness, come riches or poverty, I take you as my wife.”

Tears fell across George’s face as he stared into the eyes of his bride.



The balding minister repeated the same words to Adara who, without hesitation, agreed.

"I will take you as my husband," Adara spoke softly, cherishing the truth in her words. Her
eyes melted with George's and her pulse quickened.

"George, since it is your intention to marry, join your right hands and declare your consent. Do you take Adara to be your lawful wedded wife to have and behold from this day on, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" the minister bellowed out his well rehearsed vow. His green eyes fixed upon the groom, who turned to look down at his bride.

"I do," George firmly stated while a crooked grin grew upon his lips.



"Adara," the wedding minister broke her gaze from George, "Do you take George to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and behold from this day on, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

Adara bit the corner of lip that formed a smile, "I do."

George's jaw quivered and tears began to fall onto his cheeks. You're so beautiful.

The minister smiled at the couple, which was so deeply in love and spoke again, continuing the ceremony. "The wedding ring symbolizes unity, a circle unbroken, without beginning or end. And today Adara and George exchange these rings as confirmation of their vows to join their lives, to work at all times to create a life that is complete and unbroken, and to love each other without end. May you be blessed by these rings which you give to each other as the symbol of your love and fidelity."

George's gaze focused in on his best man, Ronald Weasley, who fumbled through his pockets. George began to believe that his brother had lost his wedding rings until he began to search the inside of his blazer and smiled. Ron stepped toward the soon-to-be husband and wife and placed a silver band in each of their hands.

“George, take this ring and place it on her finger, and state your pledge to her, repeating after me,” the minister spoke. George glued his eyes onto Adara as he held her left hand in his.

Then he repeated the words, “With this ring I thee wed. I offer you my hand and my heart as I know they will be safe with you. All that I am I give to you and all that I have I share with you.”

He gently slide the diamond adorned ring onto Adara’s finger and smiled. Soon. So soon would she be his.

Adara repeated the spoken words and gently slide George’s wedding ring upon his hand. Her eyes twinkling in excitement.



“George and Adara, you have given and pledged your promises to each other, and have declared your everlasting love by exchanging the rings. Your vows may have been spoken in minutes, but your promises to each other will last until your last breath. As have pledged themselves to meet sorrow and happiness as one family before God and this community of friends, I now pronounce them husband and wife.”

George’s hands were already cupping Adara’s face. Adara’s heart pounded against her chest. This was it.

“You may kiss your bride.”

George brought his lips to Adara and shared with her a beautiful kiss. Their first kiss as husband and wife.

The wedding party erupted in cheers.

George and Adara slowly parted. Adara reached her hand to caresses the side of her husband’s face, wiping away a tear as she did so.

“I am so in love with you George Weasley.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the minister cheered as George and Adara locked arms and faced the celebrating crowd. “I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.”





Adara and George danced in each other’s arms at their wedding reception. Sharing secret conversation and melting kisses.



Adara giggled as George spun her quickly to the beat of the music and pulled her right back into his arms.

“You bought us a home,” Adara whispered as she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. Their heads turned toward laughter heard beside them. Adara smiled at the sight of her mother and father-in-law dancing happily together.



"I did," George slowly slid his hands down Adara's waist and kissed her neck. "We better had get started on those twelve children."

Adara laughed next to George's bad ear, then brought her lips to his in a passionate kiss, her fingers twirled through her husband's red hair. Her perfume entranced him.

"That's a lot of children, Mr. Weasley," Adara swayed with her husband to the jazzy beat of the music.

"Maybe," George kissed her nose then her soft lips once more, "Mrs. Weasley."