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Ginny's Pov.
I stood up and looked around the shop. For some reason, it looked larger than I remembered it. Maybe Madam Malkim renovated? At any rate, there were many more dressing rooms, and a circular platform in the center of the room.
Something told me that I was NOT going to like being on that platform.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, now you're all here. Your dressing room is the one on the end, Miss Granger, yours is the one next to it, Mr. Weasley, yours is the next one over, and Mr. Potter, yours is the last on the end. Your clothes are in there, when you're done, I need you to come out here and wait for me to help you." She pointed to each dressing room, and then turned, bustling over to help a fat old witch into her neon pink robes…eewww!
I walked into my dressing room, and locked the door firmly. It wasn't until after this that I saw the tower of clothes teetering on a stool in the corner.
"Ok, it can't be that hard to get into." I said, in an attempt to reassure myself… it didn't work.
After about fifteen minutes of fiddling with the torture devi… I mean lovely outfits, I decided I needed help. I poked my head out through the door and spotted Madam Malkim a fair ways away. Leaving the stall, I made my way over to her. I must have hit my head this morning, because I seemed to forget that I was in my underwear… SHIT!
"MISS WEASLEY! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!" Maybe if Madam Malkim hadn't yelled, I could have made it back to the stall with some amount of my dignity in tact, but noooo, she had to go scream! Just because of that, Ron, Hermione, and Harry all poked their heads out of their stalls.
"…" Wow, isn't it amazing how rich their vocabulary is?
"Oops." Maybe I shouldn't be the one talking, after all, that was an amazing display of vocabulary that I just showed. But hey, at least I managed to say something!
I dared a glance at my three friends, now I wish I hadn't. Hermione was looking at me with pity, which kind of helped, but I ended up feeling worse about it all. Ron had his hands clamped firmly over his eyes, though his face had turned that interesting shade of magenta again. And Harry, well, he was passed out on the floor.
"Miss Weasley, is there something I can help you with?" Madam Malkim's voice was rather low, and rather frightening. She looked vaguely like Mom when we swear in front of her.
"I um, I needed help getting into all the, um, clothes." I whispered, feeling like disappearing into a black hole would be very nice right about now. I felt worse when Madam Malkim merely laughed! It wasn't a nice happy laugh either, oh no, it was a mean, evil woman from Hades laugh!
"I wouldn't mind some help, or maybe a map, that would work just as well!" I know it's a little childish for an eighteen year old to talk back, but come on! She was mocking me, I had the right to defend myself!
"Hmph! Well, fine!" She then proceeded to shove me into the changing stall and follow me in.
I don't know if you've ever been force dressed, but it is a frightening thing! Especially if the person dressing you is an old, angry witch! Anyhoo, after a lot of struggling I finally emerged from the stall.
I'm beginning to think that doors should always stay shut, because, at least for me there is always some strange surprise on the other side. In this case, it was Ron and Harry in tights! You know, like in the movie, "Robin Hood Men in Tights." I saw it with Hermione while visiting her, don't ask!
Well, I burst out laughing, receiving rather cold glares from Ron, Harry, and even Hermione. Madam Malkim didn't just glare; she whacked me over the head! She's not very good with clients, in my opinion!
To think, I was embarrassed about what I was wearing! Ha!
"Well, Miss Weasley, since you're so amused by what everyone is wearing, perhaps we should look at your ensemble first!" She pushed me towards the platform, lifting me up onto it. You know, for an old lady, she is STRONG!"
I stood on the platform, under those burning lights, as Madam Malkim circled me, surveying me like…like…like a side of beef! I am a person! NOT DINNER! Ok, I'm being a little over sensitive, but I have every right to be! She was tsking at me, and making these rude, yet subtle comments, like "We'll have to take this WAY out…" or "I wish I'd known you'd be so pale, and with RED hair! This color isn't the best, but I guess it'll HAVE to do…" WITCH! And I don't mean that as a complement!
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Oh thank you lord! It's finally over! We arrived home, after I had to endure about three hours of abuse, to tag off with the rest of family. I saw Fred and George talking with Harry, and when they left, they looked like they were headed to their doom! Ha! Now they'll now my pain!
I decided to go talk to Harry… I don't know why, but I just felt like it. Hmm, maybe I should try to steer clear of such gut feelings, but oh well, I'll go with it.
I found him in the garden, just sort of sitting there, lost in thought. He does that a lot lately.
"Hey, want to tell me what you're thinking about?" I asked, in what I hoped was an innocent voice, instead of the intensely prying and curious voice that was screaming in my head.
"Nothing really, just about how Hermione and Ron are getting married, and…" He trailed of, and this left me on the edge of my seat, well it would have, had I been sitting.
"Yeah? And what?"
"Well, it just seems like it'll never be me, doing that. You know, getting married." He looked so lonely then, I felt my heart break. It also didn't help my poor heart that he said he didn't think it could be him.
"Harry… don't say that… please don't say that." Oops, I didn't mean to add that last part. I hoped he hadn't noticed it, but fate decided to be cruel at that moment.
"Ginny…?" Think fast Ginny, think fast!
"I… um… is that a cat stuck up a tree? I'm, I'm gonna go check that! Bye Harry!" Smooth. My brain is NOT functioning today! Oh well, at least it got me out of that awkward situation… for now… oh shit! I have to walk down the aisle with him, as a bride's maid of course, but that's beside the point. Somebody save me!
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A/N: Ok, that was my latest chapter. I know it's probably not that good, but I hope you guys liked it! I'm going to be leaving for a week this Saturday, so I might not update for a while, but I'll try to update before that! PLEASE REVIEW, it really does make me update sooner, those of you who did review for my last chapter, you guys are the best!
