Slipping her arm around his waist, Lavender leant into Charlie. "Well, I got one of the good ones," she told him, blowing him a kiss. Frowning slightly, she asked, "If Fred's a good one, does that make George the evil twin?"
She giggled, it just starting to sink in that she was now related to the Weasley twins who had caused so much trouble at school.
Cho shrugged. “I said at least two. It’s quite possible George’s quite normal. Genes do funny things.” She smiled and said, “The ceremony was beautiful. I’m surprised that there weren’t more people in floods of tears.”
She sipped her champagne. Fleur then asked “Was it your father in the kilt?”
Cho grinned. “They’re eccentric. Ravenclaw had more than it’s fair share of eccentrics.” She paused. “I think it was nice. If I wasn’t a bridesmaid, my mother would have disowned me if I hadn’t turned up in traditional dress.”
She rolled her eyes. “Very pretty but impossible to walk in quickly.”
"The pictures are going to look stunning," Lavender agreed. "We took some really nice ones with Rosie that I just can't wait to see!" She smiled excitedly. "You'll definitely get some copies," she assured them, "although it might be nice to have people round to see them when they're developed."
She idly stroked Charlie's side, looking up at him. "I can't wait to see them."
"Family first, then friends," Lavender agreed, not wanting to think about the fallout from making a mistake like that. "Knowing our luck, they'll have collected them from the photographer before we even get back from our honeymoon."
Ron wandered over to them and Lavender grinned at him. "Tonsils still in one piece, then?" she teased.
Charlie did his best to look innocent. “People were beginning to take bets on whether you had just fallen over onto each other’s lips, or whether one of you had something stuck in their teeth and you were trying to get it out.”
He sipped his champagne and managed not to laugh. “I wonder if you could enlighten us on some rumours that have been circulating. One is that you’re planning a summer holiday to Romania and the other is that some very loud noises have been coming form John’s tent. Anything to do with you?”
Fleur and Cho stifled their giggles as Charlie spoke
Ron blushed furiously. "Er, well, you see..." He cleared his throat, not particularly wanting to answer the question as it would undoubtedly end up with him horribly embarrassed.
On the other hand, though, Cho and Fleur were giggling and Lavender was clearly fighting the urge to do the same while Charlie had an infuriatingly innocent expression on his face. It was also rather hard to deny the fact that he'd spent quite a sizable chunk of the reception snogging John. It was hardly his fault, though - the man was a fucking fantastic kisser.
He shrugged, wishing that his face would go back to its normal colour. "It's pointless trying to deny anything, isn't it?"
Not particularly concerned with sounding hostile, Ron decided he might as well be upfront about what was going on. Hopefully, it would mean less teasing, but there was no guarantee of that, especially when Weasleys were concerned.
"Well, if you must know, I'm planning on going to Romania in a couple of weeks and I expect that I will spend most of my time shagging your mate." He smiled. "That what you wanted to hear?" He knew his ears had turned red, but Ron tried to ignore that.
Cho eventually had to sit down because she was laughing so hard and Fleur had gone red in the face. Charlie shrugged. “Thanks for warning me. I’ll pass it on to Desi. She wants to take leave whilst you’re out there. Says she hasn’t had a good night’s sleep since my stag do.”
He suppressed a smile. “Although if you invited her to join you, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the noise then.”
Cho had managed to calm down a little by this point but was still on the verge of hysterical giggles. She looked at Ron and said sweetly, “If you would? Another string to one’s bow would never go amiss and I’m sure Fred would enjoy it as well.”
She started to giggle again as she saw Ron flush again.
Even though he was flushing slightly, Ron slid into a seat next to Cho. If there was one thing that Ron hated, it was to be outdone. "He leant in and, in a low voice, asked, "What do you want to know, then? He's a good fuck; not quite sure where to start."
He smirked. "He does this fucking fantastic thing with Ice Mice and his tongue."