C'est my disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.

SO.

YEAH.

This fic is from a challenge on RSF that I forgot about and after a really long time I wrote it. (it was Passive Aggressive's Lush challenge I do believe.) There will be two other ones, both based off of the same prompt because I had two ideas and so stuffilliness.

Don't know what RSF is? It's a forum for RoseScorpius Fans, and it's epically awesome!

Also, these fics aren't in any order, as they are inspired by prompts. They don't really follow my headcannon or anything, so I would have no reason to post them in chronological order, as I did for my Audercy/Paudrey fic so.

THINK PINK

"Rose! Rose, we have a… er… slight problem." Dominique said, wincing.

"Well, it's not my wedding. Talk to Victoire about it." I said, blowing a strand of unruly hair out of my eyes.

"That's the thing. See, I'm afraid my life would be in danger if I did." Domi hissed.

"What?" that got my attention. Nothing would go wrong with Victoire's wedding, nothing, and Merlin help us if something did. "What happened?"

Victoire was having her wedding to Teddy in three days, and the only problem so far was the bridesmaid dresses, but I'd thought we'd fixed that. We'd, luckily, found a bright blue set of long, elegant gowns that looked stunning on everybody.

"We can't pay for the dresses." Domi whispered fearfully.

"Damn." I said.

"I know! What will we do?" she exclaimed, "I am not wearing pink!"

"Dom? Dominique! Je n'ai marre! Victoire has to know!" Louis said in a panic.

"What? Why?" Dom asked.

"She has to pick out the new dresses!" Louis said, exasperated that Domi hadn't thought that far.

"What?" she asked, confused, and then, as realization dawned on her face, "Oh, right! Shit."

A little while later, after debating whether imminent death was probable or if we would only get away with scarring, Victoire shouted,

"Dominique! Tu es très bête! Come here!"

"I'd like violets on my grave, Rose." She muttered as she stalked over to Victoire.

"Rose, come over here too!" she said again.

I sighed. "Tell Scorpius I love him," I joked to Louis, who'd adopted a rather confused expression.

"How'd she know about the dresses?" he asked.

"It might not be about them." I said hopefully, and then followed Dom over to Victoire.

"We're going to be wearing pink." She announced.

Domi sputtered, "What?" she choked in outrage.

"Pink?" I asked, groaning. "How'd you even—"

"I have my ways. Would you like to see them?" she asked, excitedly.

Dominique and I shared a look. "Sure," we chorused half-heartedly.

Victoire waved her wand and bam, there they were. They weren't too bad, but I'm pretty sure Dom was cursing in both French and English in her head. They were a range of varying shades, all of the same color: pink.

"Rose, you'll be wearing this one." Victoire said, pointing to a dark, reddish pink, off the shoulder gown. It was a peach, of sorts, but it was darker than that, and the skirt faded to crimson.

"Domi… this is yours." She said, enthused, and gestured to a hot pink, sleeveless dress with a flowy skirt—the kind that if you spun around, it would flair out. It was silky, and went down to Dom's knee.

"Merde!" Dom shouted.

"Think pink, honey." Victoire said sweetly.

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"Je n'ai marre!" means "I'm sick of this" or something along those lines.

"Tu es très bête!" means "You are very stupid".

"Merde" is the french equivalent of "shit".