Chapter One: Bridal Hunting
"RON! HONEY! WAKE UP! BREAKFAST IS READY!" Hermione shouted from the kitchen of their apartment in the heart of London.
"I'm awake, I'm awake!" He murmured back as he rolled under the covers of the bed that they shared. He got out of bed and dragged his heavy feet to the toilet. Even after he just woke up from a reckless sleep, his messy red hair still fell perfectly over his eyes and boy, did he know it. Most people were annoyed by his vain attitude but Hermione was already used to it. Who wouldn't be after being friends for 7 years and a couple for 5 years? He took his hair gel that he received from Harry as a birthday present and styled his hair into a slight mohawk. It didn't really suit his style but he denied that. For him, anything look good on him. He took less than a minute to brush his teeth as he didn't believe that it would help clean his teeth because he ate at any time he was awake. He looked in the mirror and when was satisfied with his image on the mirror, he gave himself a wink and headed to the kitchen.
"About time you got down. What took so long? Fixing your so called perfect hair?" Hermione said before giving him a peck on the lips. Ron ran a hand through his hair.
"What can I say, a man's got to do what a man's got to do." He replied and gave her a wink while she rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, I made you your favourite, pancakes with nutella and maple syrup."
"Thanks pumpkin." He said while embracing her in a tight hug.
"You're welcome. By the way, I'll be going shopping with your sister for my wedding dress today. Send out the invitations by 3.00pm today. Not a minute later. Wedding's in 4 months. People need time to put it in their planners and RSVP." She ordered.
"With this much of advance notice, the people would have already forgotten that they have a wedding to attend. And you're the only one who has a planned sweetie."
"Don't you act all witty with me. When have I ever been wrong?"
"Whutevurr youh sayh hunnuh" He replied while he was chewing on the delicious pancakes.
"Honestly, for a 23 year old, you sure still eat like a 12 year old." She said in disbelief and annoyance. He waved his hand in dismissal and signaled for her to go. "Bye, then."
Hermione had decided that she would wear what she was currently wearing which was a black baggy yoga pants and a red, loose tank top. She apparated to Ginny's house and rang the doorbell several times. The door opened to a sweaty Ginny who was panting heavily. She was wearing black shorts and Harry's Quidditch jersey that evidently drowned her. Her hair was all over the place and there were stains of pudding on her shirt. She looked like she just ran a marathon and slipped into a pile of pudding.
"You look absolutely stunning Gin." Hermione said with her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What happened?"
"Gee, thanks for the thoughtful compliment Mione. Isn't it obvious? I just came back from the beauty parlour." She returned the sarcasm and laughed. "My dear James thought it would be funny to see an owl drop pudding all over me. Does it look like I'm laughing?"
"Really? How in the world does a 3 year old know how to do that?" She wondered while laughing. "Why aren't you ready yet?"
Ginny eyed her from head to toe. "Why aren't you ready yet?" Hermione looked at Ginny and crossed her arms.
"Gin, I'm am ready. I don't feel the need to dress up in ribbons and bows every time I go out."
"Well, it looks atrocious and as your maid of honour, I'm obligated to keep you well dressed and looking sexy. Come, I'll pick your clothes and you can pick out mine. Deal?"
"Whatever. As long as you hurry up. We're already behind schedule." Hermione agreed while taking her daily planner out of her bag and shoving in Ginny's face.
Hermione walked into her best friend's house and James, her little 3 year old son waved while Hermione approached him and picked him up. "Hey there James! Where did you learn that neaty trick you pulled on Mummy?"
"Daddy teach me. Daddy said Mummy will laugh" He said in the most saintly voice. "Aunt Hermy like what I did?"
"Oooh, more than like. I love it. And I love you too James."
"Mione, weren't you the one complain of being behind schedule?"
"Okay, okay." She said to Ginny and turned back to James and kissed the tip of his nose, putting him down, "Tell your Daddy I said hi okay?"
"Okay Aunty Hermy!"
"Let's go Aunt Hermy." Ginny mimicked James and they walked to her room. "Okay, I'll pick out what you wear and then I'll take a 2-minute shower. In the meantime, you pick out my clothes. It better look foxy."
"Yes, yes. Hurry up." Hermione said as Ginny picked out a yellow, strapless sundress that ended right above the knee and headed to the bathroom. Hermione decided to take it simple and chose a loose polo shirt and tight jeans for Ginny. The yellow sundress that was a little tight on her accentuated her chest and buttocks. Hermione timed Ginny's shower and it didn't even reach 2 minutes before she came out of the bathroom and slipped into the jeans and shirt. Ginny checked herself out in the mirror and complained that it was too simple but didn't change into something else.
"Shall we?" Ginny asked.
"We shall."
They apparated to Diagon Alley and roamed the streets until they found a decent looking boutique that was called Stella's Bridal Boutique. The boutique displayed a meringue dress that looked stunning on the mannequin. They walked into the shop and witnessed a familiar woman that was wearing an unfinished bridal gown scolding the shop owner, Stella.
"THIS ISN'T THE DRESS THAT I ORDERED YESTERDAY! I SPECIFICALLY SAID VELVET MATERIAL, NOT COTTON! DIDN'T THAT GET INTO THE TINY BIRD BRAIN OF YOURS?" The woman shouted to Stella who looked innocent.
"Ma'am, you only gave us a day's notice. This is the product that I came up in within the time span. You know very well that I only make my dresses by hand without magic. Next time, give me more time." Stella replied in a rather polite manner considering her face showed annoyance.
"MORE TIME? IS THIS HOW YOU TREAT YOUR OTHER CLIENTS? THERE IS NO MORE TIME!"
"Oh my god. Mione." Ginny whispered while nudging Hermione. "That's Millicent!"
"Oh my god. Millicent? Bulstrode? From school?" Hermione whispered back. "Who in the world would want marry that pug face girl let alone even look at her."
"God knows. Maybe she's just buying wedding dresses to satisfy herself because nobody wants to even marry her. But I have to say, she looks more approachable now"
"That's true. She probably did some major surgery to change her looks. Obviously no change to the attitude." She looked at Stella pitifully as Stella moved away to reveal a man sitting on a chair reading a newspaper and being completely oblivious towards Millicent and Stella. Hermione instantly recognised the platinum blonde hair on the man's head. "Gin. That's Draco Malfoy."
A/N: Hey guys! What do you think of it? It's my first fanfiction so give it a shot. Please read and review. :)
