I don't wanna get bashed for some of the things I'm going to do to these characters. I know that everyone loves all of them but please respect my story, it's my first. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. This is another Ophelia POV! Please enjoy:)

December 11

Ophelia hummed lightly to herself as she padded her way down the hall to meet Narcissa. The elder witch had told her to come a bit later today and Ophelia happily obliged, using the time to continue her new book. It was quite interesting and she was trying to soak up every drop of information she could find.

She opened the door to the small study and smiled as she came face to face with the prim and proper pureblood. However, what she did not expect, was to find another witch, possibly double Narcissa's age standing to her right. The elder witch smiled widely at her, and it took the redhead but a moment to realize that this was Madam Malkin, the same witch she had been making her clothes since she was 11.

"Narcissa, Madam," She said kindly, smiling at them and nodding her head in a greeting, "What a surprise to see you!"

"Oh, hello dear, oh you have grown into such a beautiful witch!" The seamstress exclaimed as she came to hug Ophelia in a motherly fashion.

Narcissa chuckled, before explaining, " Madam Malkin will be taking your measurements and preferences for your dress."

"Oh," Ophelia said. It made sense, as the grey-haired witch was one of the best Europe had to offer. Not many had the talent of making such wearable and tranfigurable robes. Looking around, she noticed that Malkin had brought her supplies with her, along with what she assumed to be fabric samples. Then, she felt herself being dragged into the middle of the room to stand on a short pedestal.

"Just stand here, my dear, and we will get right started." The witch pulled out her wand and forced the redhead's arms into position as she began her task. She then noticed Narcissa sitting and sipping her tea, just watching the transaction with interest. "My, girl, you have lost weight since I last saw you..."

"O-Oh, yes..." Ophelia looked to Narcissa for help as she was unsure what to say. If she mentioned giving her food to the boys or being on the run, it was quite likely the old witch would be hurt. Her expression, however, was absolutely unmovable and of no help at all. Luckily, nothing more was said about it as she felt the magical tape measure wrapped around her.

Soon, they were all sitting together at the table, enjoying some of Tilly's delicious tea and biscuits.

"You should need to include a warming charm on the dress, as the wedding is set to be outside," Narcissa instructed the seamstress, who was jotting down notes on her small pad. Madam Malkin simply nodded along.

"And the same for the ballgown?" She questioned cocking an eyebrow at the Malfoy wife, but before she could respond, Ophelia blurted:

"Ballgown?"

The seamstress chuckled and Narcissa turned to her with a kind smile on her pale face, "Yes, Madam Malkin has been asked to compose a gown for the Christmas Ball. It will need to look regal of course."

"I'm sorry, Christmas Ball?" Ophelia swirled her tea in her china cup as she cocked her head to the side. No one had mentioned anything about a ball to her. "Shall I be going with the Dark Lord?"

"Yes, dear," Malkin nodded, "It is a tradition for the Malfoy's to throw a grand party each year. Oh, it is lovely dear, you will love it."

"I have planned it for Christmas day, it is normally a decent event with quite a number attending, but this year, I believe that even more shall come."

"Why would there be more this year?" Ophelia pressed, growing a bit concerned. Pretending to be engaged to Voldemort was hard enough in front of small groups of people, but large crowds? "Is it because he will attend?"

"Partially, but more so because of you. I am sure everyone will be dying to speak to you, as you are his lordship's betrothed."

"Oh, yes," Madam Malkin agreed, "I have already heard this firsthand. Many of my clients are quite anxious to meet you, which is why I shall have to make you look positively royal, my Lady."

Ophelia's eyes practically bulged out of her head, and she had to force herself not to spit out her tea as she hear the innocent title. She was not expecting that to ever meet her ears. Yes, she may be his fiance, but hearing that almost made it seem like she was his... equal. No, it may be the public view, but He will never think that, so get it out of you're head this moment Potter!

"Of course," She forced herself to say, as composed as she was able. Leveling her head, she attempted to switch the subject, preferring to talk of dresses than her dreaded... date? "Do you know what it will look like yet, Madam?"

"Oh," She said excitedly, a wide smile crossing her face, "I have a few ideas. I am picturing lace, I think. It would look so lovely against your hair. But, as for the color, I am doubtful..."

"The Dark Lord would wish her in a dark color I should think." Narcissa attempted to help, but the old witch's face only looked more lost.

Ophelia began to think, but she had never been any good at these sort of things. Fashion was never her forte, she was always more interested in Academics and books and her marks. It was simply too difficult to try to look nice with her bright hair and eyes clashing with everything she wore. Even Voldemort had only given her black robes since her stay in his Manor, that and...

An idea struck her and she quickly jumped up and excused herself, walking the short distance to her room and grabbing the folded silk slip from beneath her pillow. Rubbing the silk between her fingers, she sighed at the feeling. Truly she had grown to like the small garment, and if she had read his looks right, he had too.

Returning, she slowly held out the material to Madam Malkin as she sat. Softly, she said, "He.. gave this to me and... I think he likes it. Would this be of any help?"

The witches both seemed a bit surprised at the garment, but quickly fixed themselves. Malkin observed the garment, holding it up in front of the redhead as if testing it before smiling widely and writing vigorously in her notebook. "This will be perfect, my Lady. Thank you."

Handing the dress back to Ophelia, the redhead took it back almost too quickly, Madam Malkin cleared her through before continuing, "Well... as for the wedding gown I have a few ideas..."

Omg and update two days in a row, what am I a good writer or something? I'm just kidding, sorry for the short chapter, but I promise there will be another tomorrow and possibly the day after so don't worry guys. Anyways, please enjoy and remember to review!

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