Ugh, I'm so sorry that I keep randomly disappearing but don't worry, I am determined to get this story finished as soon as possible because my Christmas exams are coming up soon so here I am on a Thursday and I'll be here again on Sunday as always

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Obviously I ended up inviting George to the wedding. I don't even know why I actually listened to Draco but I knew even if I didn't invite him, Draco would come over and invite him for me so either way he was coming. And knowing Draco if he had of been forced to invite him, he would have embarrassed me whilst doing it. 

I was probably more nervous about this wedding now than either the bride or the groom. Well, that was probably an exaggeration. I had seen Astoria earlier and she looked like she was in the middle of a panic attack. 

She has the tiniest bump on her stomach now and she's freaking out about fitting into her wedding dress. It's quite an early time for the bump to come and she hadn't expected it until at soonest the honeymoon. But she had to leave to go and try on her dress again and no alterations could really be made to it within one day so she was going to have to hope she still fits into it. 

I know as Maid of Honour that it is kind of my role to go with her and basically give her support her and all but never have I came across anything as awkward as being the Maid of Honour for someone you're not even close with. Your Maid of Honour is supposed be your best friend or your really close sister, not your fiance's best friend. 

And yet Astoria decided to stand out and make me, a girl who has nothing but Draco in common with her, her Maid of Honour. Of course I comfort her when I'm around but I know there's supposed to be a lot of other jobs I'm supposed to be doing as well. I'm supposed to act like her best friend and go with her to every little important meeting. But this wedding is so rushed, though, even if she hadn't decided she wanted it to be so soon, I probably still would have tried to make up excuses to get myself out of things like the extra dress fittings and the shopping for flower girl's dresses. 

I wish I could actually find some effort to be involved in this wedding but honestly I'm doing my best to worm myself out of any important tasks anyone might give to me. I won't allow anyone to give me a task that I can actually be blamed for messing up at the wedding. 

Since the wedding was tomorrow, though, and Astoria had to go to her final dress fitting and try and be as little stressed as she can, I was in charge of doing all the last minute jobs. I had to help decorate the hall for the reception and make sure everyone's dresses and suits had arrived and make sure everyone is where they're meant to be. 

And to add to that I just finished a ten-hour shift at St. Mungo's and now I have to plan for the Hen party as well. Obviously no one's going to go crazy at this Hen party as the bride-to-be is pregnant but I'm also trying my hardest to make it fun. Which has proven to be a very difficult task. 

Obviously I want as little drink at the party as possible, because I don't want the bride to even be near the smell of alcohol so for the girls who really need alcohol to have fun, I'm going to need one hell of a party planned. 

So far nothing special had really been planned but whilst I was doing all my little tasks, I was hoping I could think of something that would be quick. 

I had rented out a small place for the night for all of the female side of the wedding party to stay in but other than that we had nothing else. 

I dropped my bag on the floor, running into my room and rummaging through my drawers for the bag of galleons Draco had given me to hand to the people I would be paying to help me set up the place. Draco was also at his final suit fitting and Blaise had some big Bachelor party planned for him as well so he had been apologising that he really didn't have time to help out. 

I take my hair down, only to throw it up again but this time make it look just a little neater than it had been. As I'm walking out, I catch George lying on the couch, once again watching some old muggle movies. I throw him a smile and he smiles back. 

"You look in a hurry. What are you up to?" he asks me, sitting up from the slump he had been lying in. I want to giggle at how dishevelled looking he looked right now but I knew he wouldn't appreciate it. He had been up almost all of last night working on projects and he had continued right through his 'day off' too. I think this is the most I've honestly ever seen him work in my life. 

"Yeah, I have a lot to do. I'm setting up the reception hall until seven and then I have to do something with the girls for the Hen party. I have no clue what to do yet, though," I explained to him, running a hand through my hair and wiping my eyes groggily. It feels like forever since I last got any sleep. I had been tossing about most nights, attempting at some but it never really came for more than an hour. 

"I can come with you and help if you want? We'll get it done quicker and then you'll have more time to plan your Hen party," he told me, a smile on his face. The offer was so sweet but it took one look at the bags under his eyes for me to shake my head. I wasn't going to make the poor boy work even more than he already had today. 

"No, you need to get some sleep. You were up all of last night and today as well, it can't be healthy. Seriously, I'll be fine, we have other helpers there to help set up," I explained to him, picking up my bag again and tossing the bag of galleons into it. George shakes his head at me and laughs. 

"I know for a fact you were up all of last night too, and you've been doing a lot more than me so the least I can do is help you. Honestly, it's nothing. Just give me a minute to get ready and then we can go," he says, holding up a finger. I nod my head and he disappears into the room. I would try and protest with him but we both know that he is right so there's really no point in trying. 

He appears within minutes, changed out of his flannel pyjamas and into a fresh set of robes. His hair is now combed and he looks a lot less dishevelled than before. He actually looks quite handsome if I'm quite honest. 

I want to scold myself for thinking something like that but I know that it is no use. I have already allowed myself to develop this silly little awkward crush. Oh, I just wish I could be close to a boy and not have to grow some kind of feelings for him. The only ones I seem to end up liking are the ones that are incredibly awkward to like. I mean, what if George finds out I like him and never wants to be near me again? Then what am I supposed to do? Get up at six to avoid him? Come home at midnight so I can be assured that he's gone to bed? 

"Are we going to go or are we just going to wait here...?" George trails off, looking to me in anticipation. I quickly nod my head, walking up to him as I zone into the real world. I think I get lost in my thoughts too often. And thoughts are somewhere I'd prefer not to get lost because I'm not sure if I'll be able to find my way out. 

"Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something silly," I tell him, grabbing his arm as we both apparated to the hall. 

The hall has already began getting set up which shows we're a few minutes late but nothing major has really happened so I don't feel bad for being a little late. 

Everyone seems to notice that I'm here and quickly, everyone's got a tiny job for me. I'm supposed to put the covers over the chairs, help set up the altar and with the help of George, get a ladder and put the flower decorations on the wall. 

I nod my head, beginning to do all of them, George by my side since he has nothing to do. I have to admit, I wouldn't have done a lot of that as quickly if George hadn't been there to help and he was good company too. 

It seemed like no time before we were doing my final job: putting the flower decorations on the wall. I stood on a ladder with George handing the tiny bouquets of flowers up to me as I pinned them securely to the wall. 

"Are you even excited for this wedding? I mean, I know it's your best friend getting married and all but I don't know if you even like Astoria," George says. I look at him, quite shocked that he's trying to ask me something like that so blandly and yet that's something I appreciate about George, he doesn't try to cover things up with some sweet words that make it sound a little better. 

"It's not that I don't like her, because she is really nice and everything, but it's just like we don't really have anything in common. And to make things worse, she made me her Maid of Honour and yet we can barely have a conversation because neither of us even likes talking to the other. I definitely wouldn't say I don't like her though," I explain quickly and he nods his head, still looking slightly curious. 

"Did you like her when you lived with Draco, though? I mean, there has to be a reason you moved out of there. You didn't just move out because they needed space, I know that much. They're going to move out after the wedding anyway, so I know that's definitely not the reason," George tells me quickly. I sigh as I realise I'm going to admit my little secret to him. 

"I've always liked Astoria. I just didn't always like her relationship with Draco. I can admit that friendships with boys can end up a little difficult and that's the way it was for me. But since I moved out, it seems to have gone away a lot. I understand a lot better what's going on now and I guess I've moved on," I say, sighing as I pin up the second last basket. We once again move the ladder over, to the last spot. 

"I guess I can see what you mean. Especially with someone like Draco. I mean, he kind of had it all. The looks, the charm, the perfect blonde hair and the ego to match it all at that," George said with a laugh. 

"I don't know."

"What don't you know?" He asks, a confused pout on his face. 

"The blonde hair. I don't know about it. I think I prefer gingers."