Fleur sat at the dining room table in the Weasleys' home. She was reading a bridal magazine with her feet propped up on the table. "Come on, what is taking you all so long?" she clapped her hands. "Come on, come on, come on."
Molly Weasley and Hermione Granger protruded from the makeshift curtain that had been set up in the living room to provide them with a "changing room" of sorts. Neither of them looked happy and who would be with the costume they were wearing? They wore an orange dress, with blue stripes on the sleeves and a big lime green bow in the center of their waists.
"Those are the most beautiful dresses I have ever seen," Fleur said with a slight French accent. She placed her hands over her face as tears began to form in her eyes.
"Oh no, Mrs. Weasley she thinks that these dress actually look good," Hermione mumbled to Molly.
Molly agreed fully. No grown woman that has passed forty should ever be caught in anything that could stop traffic just by walking down the street in it. "Fleur, do you think maybe you're a little too emotional to make the right decision?"
Fleur didn't even seem to hear Molly. "Those are the most beautiful dresses I have..." she repeated with a choked voice.
Hermione held up her hand. "Okay, okay. Alright, we'll wear them." Hermione shot Harry and Ron a look that said 'shut up' as they snickered in the corner about the hideous attire. Their suits weren't much better seeing that they were tailored to match the dresses.
But right after Fleur had gotten everyone to agree with her, she dropped the fake tears and perked up immediately. "Where's Ginny? I want to see how beautiful my future sister looks."
Ron laughed. Fleur clearly didn't know Ginny like the rest of them. "Hey Ginny, come on out and share the joy!" Ron called.
Ginny appeared from behind the curtain wearing the same menacing look that Hermione and Mrs. Weasley wore when they first came out. "What are you, psycho?"
"Ginny, you look so beautiful," Fleur cooed. "We look like clowns!" Ginny refuted.
"Beautiful clowns," Molly Weasley said, trying to savage what was left of Fleur's emotions. She'd accepted over time that Tonks and Bill would never get married and that she would have to settle for Fleur.
"Cirque du soleil clowns," Hermione jumped in.
"No," Ginny said bluntly. "Horn-honking, big-shoe wearing clowns."
"Ginny..." Hermione began.
"Shut up," Ginny wagged a finger at her and turned back to Fleur. "I'm not wearing this."
"These dresses are not that bad," Fleur said reaching into a box. "See? They come with paresols," she gleamed and handed one to each bridesmaid. "And the best part is that after the wedding, you all are obviously going to want to wear these dresses over and over again."
That was the last straw for Ginny. She shimmied out of the dress, not caring that she would be left down to her tights and undershirt. "Arggghhh!" Ginny groaned in frustration. "Die dress! Die! Die! Dieeeee!" she repeated and began to hit the dress with the paresol.
"Okay honey, it's dead, it's dead," Mrs Weasley said wrapping her arm around Ginny's shoulder. "It can't hurt you anymore."
"Hi Fleur," Hermione said stepping over the dress. "How are you doing? You're alright? Alright. About these lovely, lovely dresses..."
"Maybe it's possible.." Mrs. Weasley tip toed around the subject.
"That we are not," Hermione looked to Mrs. Weasley to come up with a good reason as to why they should not have to wear those dresses.
Molly's finger hovered in the air as she tried to think of a good excuse. "That we are not lovely enough for them," she finished.
Fleur looked at them disbelievingly. "Just cut it out. Atleast Ginevra was honest. It is clear that you do not like these dresses and if you will not wear them," her threat hung in the air. "Then you are not invited to the wedding. None of you are."