An hour later they came out, Hermione had a satisfied look on her face while Malfoy walked behind her glaring.

"Oh, Draco dear, that is most childish, especially seeing as you two are getting married," Mrs. Weasley said. Hermione spun around to see what he was doing behind her back.

"Don't remind me," Draco muttered under his breath, Hermione seemed to catch it and sent another glare in his direction.

"Oh, do behave; honestly, you are about to be married, married. You know what that means? It means that you will have to spend every day with each other. You can't even survive a shopping trip!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

"You weren't all that happy about it in the café," reminded Ginny. Mrs. Weasley gave her a look that clearly said 'shut up'.

"Mrs. Veasley!" a voice called from down the street. They all turned to see Fleur running towards them. It seemed as though her Veela genes were kicking in as Malfoy and Blaise were both staring at her with their mouths hanging open. Mrs. Weasley noticed them and quickly clamped their jaws shut.

"Ah, it vas so hard to find zat dress shop, you vere right, zere is one in Norfolk." She said, handing Mrs. Weasley a brochure, "I flooed there from zee Three Broomsticks."

Mrs. Weasley was thumbing through it.

"Did they say that Madame Malkin's would take orders for them?" she asked. Fleur nodded in response.

"Yes, zay said to take zee brochure too her and they can give her zee dress."

"Good, right now come along." She said, taking Hermione by the arm and leading her towards Madame Malkin's Robes. Malfoy, Ginny and Blaise all followed Mrs. Weasley. Fleur had bounced off up ahead.

"It's that girl, the one from the Triwizard tournament. Fleur Del- something or other. What's she doing here?" Malfoy asked Blaise.

"She's married to Bill." Ginny said.

Both of the boys turned to look at her.

"Bill?" Malfoy asked confused.

"My brother." Ginny said.

Malfoy burst out laughing, Ginny glared at him. Malfoy who realized she was serious gave a shocked look towards Blaise.

"Why would she want to marry a Weasley? He asked.

For the second time that day, Draco Malfoy was slapped, and by no other than 'Mini Weasel'. He stared as she walked away after her mother; he seemed too dumbfounded to speak. He turned to Blaise who looked as if he was trying to keep his own laughter under control. Malfoy glared at him and hurried up the road. They reached Madame Malkin's less than two minutes later. The shop this time was slightly larger but the robes inside were cheaper. Mrs. Weasley rung the doorbell and a young witch answered. She must have only just left school. She had curly blonde hair and was very pretty.

"Hello there, May I help you?" she asked kindly.

"Yes, I was just wondering whether it was possible to speak to Madame Malkin herself?" she said. If the young witch was at all offended, she didn't seem to show it.

"Ah, Madame Malkin is at the shop in Diagon Alley today, perhaps I may be of assistance?" she offered.

"Yes, you may be. You see, Hermione here," she said guiding Hermione in front of her, "Is going to be married and we were wondering what dresses you have."

The blonde witch seemed to burst with excitement.

"Ooh, a wedding dress, wow, I haven't sold one of those yet, I'll just my co-worker and we'll help you right away Madam." She told them, bustling out to the back of the shop.

"Draco, Blaise why don't you sit down." Mrs. Weasley suggested. They both sat in the chairs provided behind them. Fleur, Ginny, Hermione and Mrs. Weasley all gathered round the podium meant for trying on the dresses.

"Oh, I can remember shopping for my dress," Fleur said dreamily, "Do you remember zat Mrs. Veasley?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled at the memory, Hermione and Ginny too could remember it. It had been in the summer of Sixth Year. When they had broken up, Harry and Hermione had gone back to The Burrow with Ron and Ginny.

(Flashback)

"Jeez, Hermione how much stuff did you bring?" Harry asked, he had offered to carry her bags in but had soon regretted it when he felt how much she had brought. Hermione shot him a look.

"I bought the books we need for next year, I want to get all my reading done now so I can spend next year studying for N.E.W.T.S." she replied, walking into the house hands free. Ron and Harry exchanged looks behind her back.

"I know you're making fun of me," she called back to them as she followed Ginny upstairs to her room.

"We were not!" Ron shouted back indignantly

"Whatever Ron," was his reply. Harry dropped Hermione's trunk at the front door with his own. Mrs. Weasley came bursting into the hall and pulled Ron into a huge embrace.

"Hi Mum," he said awkwardly, his voice becoming muffled through his mothers dress.

Mrs. Weasley went onto hug Harry in the same way. Harry found it very hard to breathe but still just patted her on the back.

"Where's Ginny and Hermione?" she asked, wiping her eyes.

"They've gone upstairs," Ron answered. Mr. Weasley came in at that point and was

smothered by Mrs. Weasley.

"Hello Molly." He said placing his cloak and hat on the hook.

A blur of silver came rushing into the room at full speed and threw itself on top of them both. They were once again smothered with hugs and kisses, this time though, Ron did not mind as much.

"Fleur," Ron said, blushing.

"'Arry, Ron, it is so good to see you again." She said, releasing the two of them from her super human grip.

Harry, who didn't seem as overcome by her presence as Ron was, hugged her back.

"It's good to see you too Fleur." He smiled, repositioning his glasses, "How are you?"

"Excellente," she said. Hermione and Ginny reappeared at the top of the stairs.

"Ginny, Mum wants you," Ron called up, "You too Hermione."

"Ve are going shopping tomorrow, to get my dress," Fleur told them excitedly.

"Oh Joy," Ginny said sarcastically. Hermione rolled her eyes a Ginny's attitude, she didn't seem to think Fleur was all that bad. The three of them walked into the kitchen to meet Mrs. Weasley.

"Ginny!" Mrs Weasley cried throwing her arms around Ginny's neck and then doing the same to Hermione.

"Yes, ve are going to get zee dress, order zee cake and flowers of course, it'll be so much fun! You'll come?" Fleur asked.

"Of course," Hermione said quickly, Ginny's jaw dropped at her answer and she looked at Hermione gob smacked. Fleur went out to find Bill. As soon as she was out of earshot, Ginny hit Hermione on the arm.

"Ow!"

"What did you do that for, She asked us if we wanted to go! You could have said no!" Ginny cried.

"Ginny, all she wanted was some company." Hermione said.

"I bet Mum's going with her!" Ginny said, turning towards her mother. "Aren't you?"

Mrs Weasley nodded as she stirred the soup she was making.

"See!"

"Ginny, she's getting married, she has every right to be excited and perhaps she just wanted someone her own age to keep her company!"

The next day, Fleur, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley and a reluctant Ginny all went down to Muggle London to get her dress. Fleur had seen the dress she wanted in a Muggle magazine and they were depending on Hermione for help.

"Ve are going in zat," Fleur asked looking warily at the taxi that Hermione had called.

"Yes." She said giving Fleur a gentle nudge towards the cab. Fleur carefully got in and sat down. After an equally worried looking Mrs Weasley climbed in, Hermione shoved Ginny in and got in herself.

"Regent St please," she told the driver.

"What is zat?" Fleur asked.

"Regent St? It's the street with the dress you want." Hermione told her.

"Oh."

Quite a time later, they arrived at their destination. Fleur and Mrs. Weasley were fascinated by the traffic lights. They both stepped out onto the curb as quickly as they could. After Hermione had paid him, with of course, muggle money, she joined them.

"Oh, zis is so exciting!" Fleur cried happily.

Soon the assistant came back with another girl; this one had straight black hair and blue eyes. She could be considered pretty if you liked 'sluts' as Hermione would put it. Ron on the other hand would describe her as a 'girl who had a lot of attention'. The poor boy was so naïve.

"This is my assistant, Lana. Oh and of course, I'm Hilary," she said extending her hand towards Mrs. Weasley.

Twenty minutes later Hermione was standing on the podium in a far too poofy dress for her liking, but Mrs. Weasley had insisted on her trying it on.

"I think zat it iz disgusting," Fleur said boldly. Mrs. Weasley turned to glare at her before smiling back up at Hermione.

"You look beautiful dear; I think you should take it." She said wiping unshed tears from her eyes.

"Would you like to see yourself," Hilary asked. Hermione nodded, the assistant conjured up a full length mirror. In all honesty, she looked awful. She grimaced as she saw herself.

"What do you think Draco?" asked Lana, who had taken it upon herself to sit between him and Blaise. Fleur clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

"I think you look like a meringue Granger." He told her. Lana burst into a fit of giggles, draping herself all over him. Hermione didn't seem fazed by her behaviour; in fact Fleur wasn't even sure she noticed.

"Malfoy!" she cried, "would you please maybe give me a positive remark!"

"He would if he could find one." Lana said. Hermione noticed her now; she narrowed her eyes at her and stomped back over to Ginny who held the catalogue.

"I think you should wear an off zee shoulder one 'Ermione."

Lana was whispering something in Draco's ear; she saw his eyes light up. Fleur wasn't having anymore of this. She walked purposely over to them and sat down in between the two of them. This proved difficult for two reasons, one, Lana was sitting so closely to Draco, there wasn't a single gap in between and two, Lana wasn't as slim as Fleur was and she almost killed her after she was sat down.

"Draco, tell me what you want zee cake to be." She said sweetly. Malfoy didn't seem to notice Lana's absence; all he knew was that he was entranced by Fleur's eyes. Mrs. Weasley had seen Fleur's actions and she smiled to herself, over the past year, she had turned her into something she was incredibly proud of, a younger, and more pretty version of her.

"Ooh, Hermione, I like that one!" Ginny giggled girlishly.

"Yes, that one does look nice," Mrs. Weasley said, slightly disappointed that she hadn't decided on the other dress.

"I don't know, it's a bit long and skinny don't you think, a bit like a pencil." She said, spinning herself around on the podium to be able to see the dress from all angles.

"Trust you to compare a dress with an item of stationary!" Ginny laughed.

"Vhat do you zink Draco?" Fleur asked, once again distracting him from Lana, much to her annoyance. He burst out laughing when he saw her this time.

"Jeez Granger, I am not taking you up the aisle in that. You look like Frankenstein's Bride!"

"That's a muggle story Malfoy, how do you know about that?" she asked.

"Oh, come on, everyone's heard of it, and you look exactly like what I pictured his wife to be."

She sneered at him and ignored the assistants giggling, turning back to the mirror. The dress really was awful; it had a high silk collar, one that resembled something you would see on a vampire cloak. It was tight fitting all the way down to the ankles where it poofed out unfashionably. As much as she hated to admit it, she thought Malfoy was right; she did look like Frankenstein's Bride. Not that she'd ever tell him that.

"Can we please try something I want now?" she asked, grabbing the book back off Ginny.

"No, not until I've had my go," Fleur said, jumping up from between the two. She bounded over to them and took the book out of Hermione's hands.

"Ah, zis one." She cried pointing a dress out in the book to Hilary.

"Okay, dress number 345267," Hilary called, pointing her wand at Hermione's dress, it instantly changed.

"Ah!" Fleur squealed.

"Hermione, it's perfect." Ginny said happily. This time when Hermione looked in the mirror, she breathed a sigh of relief. It really was a nice dress. Very traditional. It had a V neck cut, with a tame skirt but floaty all the same. The bodice was satin, with encrusted diamante crystals.

"Hermione, you look wonderful," Mrs Weasley gushed, grabbing another tissue from her purse.

"Malfoy?" Ginny asked.

"Ewww, come on Granger, that's disgusting," he cried pulling a face, "It still has that damn poofy skirt!"

"It's not as bad at that!"

"Find another one!" he called.

"Well perhaps you'd like to tell me which one to wear?" she yelled, throwing the book at him. He skimmed through the book until he stopped at a page.

"Ah, here, you should wear this," he told her, pointing his wand at her dress, "Dress number 659087."

Hermione shrieked when she saw what she was wearing; it was every Slytherins dream but a Gryffindor's nightmare. It was a forest green silk dress that hugged all her curves, or would do if she had any but even on her it was slutty.

"Perfect." Draco said happily.

"I want the other one," Hermione decided quickly charming herself into her old clothes.

"Ooh, zat one!" Fleur said.

Draco reluctantly paid for it and then it was time to go.

"I'll get an invitation to the wedding right?" Lana said.

"Um, I don't know-"

"No." Hermione said happily.

"I believe I was asking-"

"I don't care, it's my wedding too and I don't want you there." Hermione said.

"Draco doesn't want to marry you," Lana sneered.

Hermione feigned shock.

"What, I think you're mistaken, Draco and I are very much in love." She said wrapping and arm around his waist. Lana looked shocked.

"Isn't that right honey?" she giggled. Draco turned to glare at her. "Hilary we would love for you to come though." Hilary smiled and nodded. "And even if me and Malfoy aren't in love-"

"We don't even like each other," he muttered.

"Shut up Malfoy, it still doesn't give you the right to flirt with him!" she said, before turning and walking down the street. "Thankyou for your help though Lana."

Mrs. Weasley and Fleur quickly caught up with her. Ginny stayed glaring at Lana, as was Blaise for some reason. Draco swore under his breath and left them there. Life with Hermione was going to be worse than he thought if she wouldn't even let him flirt!

a/n This is up early, but I wrote it when I wrote the other chapter so I thought I'd post it now. Hope you enjoyed it. Thankyou for all the reviews, as you know if you don't review, I won't post, so go ahead and review.

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