Alani lied in bed and Fred cuddled up beside her when he entered, she rolled over in bed so her face was next to his. "When this wars over I want to Marry you." she straightforwardly told him. "That's fine by me." he agreed. "I would not mind Marrying you, are we talking a big Wedding or a small one?" he quizzed. "Small, maybe one in a forest? Just a few benches and an archway that we could get Married under." Alani suggested. "I like the sound of that, we could hire a few violinists to play for us, and we could invite all the Order- including Draco, Harry, Mattheo and all the others. We could force Moody to sing for us." Fred joked. "Gosh, I don't think I've heard him sneeze, it would be weird hearing him sing. I think he'd be either really bad or surprisingly good, there's no in between with that man." Alani giggled faintly. "How much do you want to bet that my Father will ask the Muggle priest we hire questions about his Muggle life?" Fred asked. "I bet Ten Galleons that he will not do that, I think he'll want to spend the night with his handsome Son." Alani touched Fred's face as she said this. "Alright, I bet my free will that we will. You can force me to do everything for you for a week after our Wedding if my Father does not talk to the Priest." Fred placed his bet. "That's a hefty bet, I could make you clean the toilet, or eat rotten food. I won't, obviously, but I could." Alani said. "I trust that you won't make me do anything too cruel." Fred marveled.