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The Wedding Day
Part I – White and Gold
Ginny woke up to the sound of her mother and fleur barking the most absurd orders outside her bedroom.
"No, no, no! The tent must be lavender! Lavender!" Molly shrieked.
"And zee lavenders in the basket are to be thrown at the bride and Groom. The flower girl – my lovely Gabriella, shall throw zem. And they have been enchanted to stay in the air, just above zee Bride and zee groom." Fleur explained to someone.
What in God's name were they talking about?
Ginny tumbled out of her tangle of blankets and from the moment she stepped outside it was mayhem.
All seven floors were flooded with waiters and the occasional flash of a redhead. It only took a moment longer for it to hit Ginny.
It was her wedding day!
How could she possibly have forgotten? She bet Luke had gotten up and that was the first thing he'd remembered.
She felt horrible. But she tried to push the feeling down, since; after all, this was her special day. No feeling bad.
As she went downstairs she came across her mother on the last flight of stairs.
"Ginny! Oh you're awake!" She squealed. She seemed even more happy and excited than Ginny. Then again, Ginny had just woken up. Cut her some slack!
"Yes, but why hadn't tried to wake me up?" Ginny asked while looking around The Burrow in awe and confusion. There was so much going on all at once. Waiters were running around with flowers and plates full of more plates. The occasional Weasley would pop up and bark orders. The occasional Fleur would show up and observe everything and adjust what she thought needed adjustments before it went outside, as she were an inspector of some sort.
As much as Ginny still disliked her – which honestly wasn't as much as it used to be – she was thankful that Fleur was helping to make Ginny's special day perfect. And who, really, was better than Fleur at wedding planning, or anything that required beauty and perfection?
"Oh, honey, we didn't wake you up because it's quite early. It's six in the morning! And the wedding doesn't start until eleven! We thought we'd let you have a good sleep. You can still go back and rest if you want." Her mother told her. She looked and sounded overly sweet with her sugary smile and sweet words seeping out her mouth like syrup.
"No, I'm alright." Ginny assured her, touching her arm lightly.
Her mother returned the gesture, still smiling as if this was the most peaceful and beautiful day in the world.
And suddenly a waiter carrying the wrong combination of flowers was spotted and Molly scowled.
"Those don't go with those you fool!" Molly barked, glaring at the waiter as she stomped downstairs and toward him.
Ginny could only laugh. That was her mother. She'd never change. Sweet one minute and sour the next. Like those charmed toffee's that would change their taste every now and then as you sucked on them.
Ginny made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks when she spotted Ron, slumped on a seat and Hermione bent over him and soothing him by rubbing his back. They had their backs towards her. They hadn't heard her come in either.
She could barely hear them speak but she could make out a little bit…
"… My best friend's heart is completely shattered…Our best friend's heart. And Ginny doesn't even know…" a clatter from outside that sounded suspiciously like the falling of metal utensils drowned out the rest of his words. Ginny swore a little louder than she'd meant to and Hermione and Ron both turned their heads in union to look at her.
"Mind your language 'sis…" Ron said lazily. Hermione hit him on the back and made a face.
"She's just tiered." Hermione scolded.
Then she turned to Ginny with a huge smile and held her arms out. Ginny returned the smile, and was surprised when it came naturally. The hug she gave was just as genuine… from both sides.
It felt nice being back at the Burrow. She loved living with Luke, but it was always just the two of them. And sometimes it was much too quite. She had always been used to racket like this. She smiled to herself.
"Well you seem happy." Hermione pointed out.
"I'm just glad to be home…" Ginny replied.
Immediately Hermione looked down, her smile had slightly faded away and she seemed to be pondering over what Ginny had just said. She looked confused. But then she just looked up, smiled at Ginny, and walked outside.
Ginny immediately realized what had happened. It was her wedding day. And when Hermione pointed out that she looked happy, she expected a response such as "This is the day Luke and I will be together for the rest of our lives! Of course I'm happy!"
Instead she'd said she was glad to be home. Fleur and her mother would have looked at her and reminded her of the other things she should be happy about today, disappointed of her lack of enthusiasm for her own wedding. But, as peculiar as it may seem, Hermione had seemed content with Ginny's answer. As if it had confirmed a thought she had been unsure of for a long while now.
Ron looked up and Ginny met his eyes – to her astonishment she looked away… in shame.
In shame of what? Ginny wasn't sure herself. But she left the kitchen before she could find out.
She went to her mother – who wasn't hard to find outside in the backyard, even though it was flooded with servants. Of course, they were being paid by Luke's Family. Yes, his mother was here too, helping my mother bark orders.
It was weird. Luke' side of the family was the host yet they'd chosen the burrow to be the location of the wedding.
Ginny supposed this was because the Weasley's lived in the middle of nowhere, making anywhere outside the house spacious enough for almost any event to take place.
Ginny lingered behind the door, waiting for Mrs. McLean to go fuss over an incorrect setting of utensils or something of the sort. She didn't want to Luke's mum to see her like this – with hair like a bird's nest and an old, long-ago-faded night gown that had never really grown small on her over the years. Or, more practically, she had never got any bigger.
It was Ginny's wedding day! She wanted her soon-to-be other in law to see her in her best clothes, not her most trashy ones.
So when Mrs. McLean ran off to instruct some waiter what drink should be served when, Ginny couldn't help but be relieved and let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding.
She went up to her mother.
"Oh, Ginny dear," Her mother said with the same sweetness she seemed only to be using with Ginny, "Isn't Rosalie lovely! I'm so glad you're marrying into such a lovely family!"
Ginny had to admit, Luke's mother Rosalie was quite charming, just like him. She had the same Blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. And she wasn't only lovely on the outside, but what a gentle and kind person she was on the inside too! Ginny remembered from the day she had gone to dinner with Luke. His mum was a sweetheart.
Except for today. Today she was nervous. And apparently that meant that she would be much less pleasant – at least to the servers.
"She is quite lovely, isn't she?" Ginny smiled. She was glad her mother approved of her taste.
"Anyway, Mum, I needed to ask you… if we could just go in to my room and so that I could tell you what-" But Molly never got to find out what, because just then Fleur and Gabriella were hurrying towards Ginny.
It was Fleur who had interrupted Ginny, "Ginevra!" She squealed, "You are not ready? Oh but zee guest will begin to arrive in a few hours and vee 'ave so much to do before you could even look close to dashing!" Fleur grabbed Ginny's arm and led her into the house, Gabriella at her feet.
They didn't need to hire any beauty artist witches, as they already had fleur.
This made Ginny grateful. That took away another amount of money her family would otherwise have paid for her.
Fleur got straight to work. She applied some sort of powder made from unicorn fur and began exploding spells all over Ginny's face.
Gabriella helped by keeping hair red out of the way and handing the correct ingredients to Fleur as she worked.
Ginny was impressed because this was the first time since the war Ginny had seen Fleur truly bothered to do something.
When she was done with her face, fleur begun with her hair, for which she sued little magic, except a spell for untangling.
Fleur wouldn't show Ginny a mirror the whole time so she had no idea how she looked. She was itching with curiosity.
Finally, Fleur was done. By then it was nine thirty. They had started at six thirty. They only had an hour and a half left! And that's probably how much time it would take to get Ginny in her dress, – the one from the mysterious anonymous gift-giver – her jewelry, her shoes and last minute touches to her overall appearance.
Fleur still wouldn't show her a mirror.
She sent Gabriella to go and fetch Molly and Hermione. They wanted to be there to get Ginny into her dress.
When Gabriella returned with the two other women, Fleur had taken care of any mistakes in her makeup.
Hermione gasped and put her hand over her mouth, delightfully shocked.
Molly looked the same, only she also looked like she wanted to cry. But she couldn't ruin her magically applied make up.
They were both ready.
Hermione was looking dashing in lavender robes of satin that gathered at her waist, tied together by a silky dark purple belt, and went flowing down from there till the floor like a lavender waterfall.
Her curly hair looked more like beautiful brown ringlets today, pined back on one side with a pin that was fashioned with artificial lavender flowers.
Her mother was glowing – as she so rarely did in her old age – in a radiant gold gown, draped over with light, see through golden robes.
"You look lovely." Hermione and Ginny whispered to each other at the same time. Then they both giggled.
"No," Hermione said, "You look lovelier. And you're not even in your dress."
Fleur sent Gabriella down stairs to begin getting ready and then all three women turned to Ginny.
The next hour was a blur of white fabric, jewels, more powder and lots of shimmery substance.
It was the result that pleased Ginny so much.
Finally she was allowed to look in a mirror, and when she did… well it was amazing.
Whoever was looking back at Ginny from behind that full-length cut of glass looked absolutely gorgeous!
A simple white dress made of silk that reached the floor. The top was an old-fashioned corset embroidered with simple gold patterns. It wasn't much on its own, but fleur had brought out every fleck of gold on the dress by coordinating it with her face make up. Oh her face!
Her eyelashes were thick and black, her eyelids done in a brownish-gold color, bringing out the flecks of light brown in her eyes. Her lips were simple, just a little skin-colored shine.
Her cheeks weren't powdered red as she had expected, but they were gold, just like the rest of her body. It was powdered in a subtle gold. It was very subtle, but noticeable enough to make her shine.
She shimmered as she moved due to the slight glitter fleur had mixed in with the powder.
A simple gold chain hung around her neck with a tiny diamond hanging from the end. It looked extremely delicate.
Tiny diamond earrings twinkled in her ears like stars. Her hair was done in a magnificent French braid that started from her left ear, went around her head and ended over her right shoulder.
Fleur had also done her nails in a simple French manicure. She looked perfect. All that was left was the veil.
Hermione did the honors. She placed the small tiara woven with beautiful white lilies and the veil made of net on Ginny's head.
As much as it made Ginny look a thousand times more radiant with the white and gold light of an angel, she felt something was missing. Then she remembered.
She went to her drawer and took out the blue flowered-ring that had come with the dress and slipped it onto her index finger. The ring finger was reserved for Luke, and Ginny had to fight back the urge to put the ring there. Then she slipped on the hairpin Luna had given her.
Something Borrowed, Something Blue.
Ginny sighed. "I still haven't found anything old nor new… do you think that's bad luck?"
Molly looked astonished, "Of course not Ginevra! Oh darling, that's foolish! How can an old saying stop you from marrying Luke?"
"You're right mother…" Ginny said after some thought, when what she really wanted to say was maybe not an old saying, but an old friend might…
And true this was. But it wasn't Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley or even Harry Potter who played the role of this old friend who would change her mind, or at least provoke her too.
And as if on cue, her old friend Christian was standing in the doorway.
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