Disclaimer: If I honestly owned Harry Potter would I really be writing this? I think not.
"Molly! I need your help!" Fleur said as she finished reading a letter.
"What is it?" Molly Weasley asked, slightly annoyed.
"Zhe can't make it!" Fleur said exasperated.
"Who?" Molly asked.
"Izabell! I am one bridezmaidz zhort. What do I do?" Fleur said.
"Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said, walking down the stairs.
"Yes, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"'Ermione!" Fleur said, standing up out of her seat.
"Oh, hey, Fleur," Hermione said, unsure as to why she was so happy to see her.
"What was it that you wanted?" Mrs. Weasley said, happy to be able to talk to someone who wasn't Fleur.
"Well, my parents didn't have time to take me to Diagon Alley, and…well…I was wondering if you would take me to get dress robes. I have money with me already, but I need to exchange it. So umm?" Hermione said.
"'Ermione, you do not need dress robez, You can bee one of my bridezmaidz. Izabell cannot make eet," Fleur said.
"Fleur, you have to ask her, not tell her!" Mrs. Weasley said, correcting Fleur's rudeness.
"'Ermione, would you bee one of my bridezmaidz?" Fleur said, not wanting a fight with Mrs. Weasley.
"Umm, I don't know…" Hermione said unsure if it would be right.
"Pleaze! I am een a zticky situation," Fleur said.
"Alright," Hermione said.
"Oh, zank you 'Ermione!" Fleur said giving her a hug and two kisses, one on either side of her cheek.