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At Harry and Ginny's flat:

Pop.

Harry and Ron apparated in, looking around for their fiancée and wife, respectively. "Hello?" Harry called out.

"We're in here," Ginny responded from the kitchen. "So, how was the meeting with the band?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Er… well…" Harry said, unsure how to answer.

Ron spoke up, "Well, it would have been great but…" he also faltered upon seeing the suspicious look in Hermione's eyes.

"We ran into Neville and Luna, and, not wanting to be rude, we spent a while talking with them, and we lost track of time. Sorry."

Ginny grinned and rolled her eyes. "'Kay." She returned to her and Hermione's wedding planning notes, "We've decided on a final color palette and guess what? You two don't have to wear purple ties!"

"Yay!" Ron fake-cheered.

"So, we're going shopping tomorrow," she continued, "And you'll have to meet with a band for the wedding tomorrow, since you didn't today."

"And," added Hermione, "I happen to know for a fact that Neville and Luna will be out of town tomorrow, so don't even try."

At Kleidet Stapelplatz an:

"Are we looking for anything in particular?" Hermione asked for the third time. Ginny continuously stated that she would "know it when she saw it".

"Nah, I think I'll know the dress when I see it." Ginny answered.

"Okay..."

Just as they had at De Winkel van Jurken, Ginny and Hermione began to search the cluttered racks in search of any white. It was difficult, though; Kleidet Stapelplatz an was, if it was possible, even more disorganized than De Winkel van Jurken. Luckily Ginny wasn't too picky.

"What sort of dress do you have in mind?" Hermione asked after two fruitless hours.

"Well," Ginny considered the question, "It should fit well, haveno lace, be off white or ivory, not white, strapless or sleeveless, not too short, not too old-fashioned, not too stylish, a slight sheen is okay, I suppose, and nothing with a heavy fabric; it'll be hot out. And a small thin veil, if any, nothing too long."

"That all?" Hermione, sounding somewhat harassed, though she was rather enjoying herself.

"Yeah."

"'Kay."

They searched on, and it wasn't that they didn't find a dress that fit Ginny's standards; they hardly found any dresses at all. Finally, the woman working at the store took pity on them.

"How can I help you?" She asked in a thick German accent.

"We're looking for a wedding dress." Ginny answered.

She hesitated, "I don't know much English..."

Hermione nodded and tucked back into the dressing room. She pointed her wand at her throat and muttered "Vocal German". "She needs a wedding dress." She said in German, pointing at Ginny.

She nodded and pointed out a few dresses towards the other end of the store. Still, nothing struck quite the right chord with Ginny. Hermione was able to convey Ginny's requests and color palette in German and the woman's eyes lit up.

"Oh! I know the perfect dress!" She hurried towards a small corner and grabbed a stool. Standing on the stool, she reached up to the top shelf and pulled down a dusty box. Looking excited, she set the box down on the counter. She opened it quickly but carefully, gingerly unfolding the paper inside and pulling out a dress. Hermione's eyes widened and Ginny let out a small gasp.

The dress was, in a word, beautiful. In several words, it was ivory, ankle length, with a pale silver quarter-inch trim around the bottom and top. It was strapless and went down, long and smooth from top to bottom. Ginny gently fingered the material; it was thin, yet opaque and had just enough sheen to give the wearer a soft glow.

"Oh, Ginny, it's perfect. You'll look great in it." Hermione sighed.

Ginny raised her eyebrows and Hermione realized she was still speaking in German. They both giggled and the poor woman looked confused.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"Oh, yes. We'll take it." Hermione answered.

She nodded, folding the dress back up into the box. Ginny paid and they both exited the shop, barely containing girlish squeals. They stood outside grinning and hugging each other when Ginny started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Hermione asked.

"Look at us! We're standing outside in the middle of London screaming because I just got my wedding dress!"

"Well, yes, but it's just so exciting! You're getting married, and now, it's really happening! You've got a dress and everything. And here I'm married already, and our lives are just so perfect now! I mean, after everything, it just so great that we get to, well, have the lives we worked so hard for."

Author's Note:

Sorry about the wait! We had our school play last week, so I've been busy with that. Then last weekend, I didn't have internet (FOR THREE DAYS, OMG) so I couldn't have it beta-ed or post it or ANYTHING!! Please review!

ALSO: Even though this is only two chapters in, it's already (in my opinion) less exciting than Proposal 101. It's gone a bit too fluffy, though I think that after everything Harry and Ginny definitely deserve some fluff. If anyone has any ideas about what I could possibly add, please tell me! (in a REVIEW)

AND: Thanks TwilightAngel08!

-Lorri