Dressed to Impress
Her dress billowed it the wind as she stood there, smiling vibrantly, on the very apex of the hill. Her sun ripened hair of bronze and crimson swirled around her pale face, covered fiercely in freckles. As requested, she had found the brightest canary-yellow dress she could and laughed as she saw her best friends walk up in similar attire. Luna, with her stunning golden hair, had successfully found a breathtakingly lime-green dress and accompanied it with the same shade of shoes and purse. Beside her stood Fleur, looking un-earthly in an overwhelming orange piece which managed to look exceptional on her. She was followed by her husband and three red-haired brothers. Then walked the two best things Ginny had ever witnessed. Harry and Neville walked awkwardly up the hill, both clad in the shortest, most uncomfortable looking dresses of fire-engine red (in Neville's case) and a royal purple (in Harrys'). Ginny burst into laughter as she watched her boyfriend struggle up the hill, trying as hard as he could not to flash the rest of the party.
"What did you do?!" She wheezed, taking as many mental pictures as she could.
"They said to find an outfit in this colour that matched everyone else," Harry was grinning the most mischievous grin Ginny had ever seen as he explained, "so we couldn't be the only ones without a dress on." Neville had managed to turn a similar shade of red as his strapless ensemble. Ginny couldn't breath as she looked back the way they had just come from, right in time to see Ron as he crested the hill. He was in a simple grey suit, pule sky-blue tie wrapped around his collar and a look of pure joy mixed with utter terror.
"Good luck!" Ginny mouthed as their eyes connected, he smiled his thanks and moved down the line. When he came to Harry and Neville, he looked as though he had choked on his spit. His mouth was hanging open as he stared at them, and Harry had never looked prouder of a prank in his life.
Everyone on the hill fell silent as four more people finally made it to the top of the hill. Molly, Arthur, Mrs Granger and an elderly man were chatting amongst themselves as they found their places. Molly shot a look of complete disappointment at Harry before cracking a small smile as she looked at them. Everyone seemed to be holding their breaths, waiting. Finally the last two people arrived.
A teary-eyed Mr Granger hung onto the arm of his daughter as he walked to her the top of the hill. Behind them, the Burrow could be seen, glittering with fairy lights. But no one was looking at that. Neither were they looking at the ridiculous dresses Harry and Neville had decided to wear. No, they were all looking at the stunning, mirage that was Hermione Granger. Her dress was pure white and fell just passed her knees. The day was warm and the sun was beating down on them. The perfect day for a wedding.
"Dearly beloved," said the elderly Priest, as he joined the hands of Ron and Hermione before him, "We are gathered here today..." After the ceremony, Harry and Neville will receive an earful for what they pulled, but as they watched they best-friends pledge their lives to each other, they couldn't find it in them to care.
"I do."
A/N: Words - 571
Sept Event - 29. (colour) Canary Yellow