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I'm so sorry for taking soooo long to update. The last time was....July 27th. ACK!!! I feel horrible!! Bad me! *slaps self* Anyway, to make up for it, I've got an extra long chapter. Enjoy!
Oh yes, and the dresses in this chapter do exist! I visited two wedding websites and found some pretty dresses. I had to convert the prices to British pounds and I know the prices are really high. My mom got her wedding dress for $99, an equivalent of 153 pounds. Prices have gone up!
To Love Somebody
Life returned to normal. Harry was never the wiser of what happened that Saturday night. A week later and it was time for Hermione to do what she had been looking forward to for ages: shopping for her wedding dress.
Hermione apparated to Diagon Alley where she quickly found Ginny waiting.
"Hey, Gin," Hermione said cheerfully, walking over to where Ginny was sitting.
"Hi," Ginny replied. "Listen, I'm sorry about last week and I probably shouldn't have said anything. What you do is your business, but I don't want to see anyone get hurt, so..."
"No, Ginny, you're right," Hermione said, hugging her friend. "I should pretend that Malfoy doesn't exist. That's what I should've done all along, but I was stupid.
Ginny smiled. "Come on." She led Hermione out of Diagon Alley and into the muggle part of London. After dragging Hermione back and forth down different streets, she finally stopped.
"This is in," Ginny shrieked, pulling Hermione into the store before she could even see the name of the store.
Inside, Hermione was amazed. The store glowed with beautiful white wedding gowns. Some had a huge skirts while others had slim ones. Hermione walked over to the rack with the gowns with wide skirts. She already had an idea what she wanted. She wanted to look like a princess. A fairy princess, maybe. Harry was to be her prince. She had to look perfect.
Searching through the racks, she was dismayed. None of the dress were in her size. They were all too small. She scowled at what the world was turning into: a world where all the women wore size 4-6 dresses.
Ginny, seeing Hermione's scowl, asked, "What's wrong?"
Hermione turned to her friend. "None of them are in my size. It's like they're only made for stick women."
"You're a stick," Ginny said, smiling.
"I'm not stick-like enough, then, because these are all too small," Hermione exclaimed. She wondered why Ginny had made that stick comment. She wasn't a stick. She was.....a.....stump..yeah.
"Well, then you'll have to go on a diet," Ginny joked. This caused Hermione to scowl ever move. She hated diets and refused to be a droid like other vain women. In her mind, they were enough of them in the world without her adding to the population. "What size are you, Hermione?"
Hermione stared at Ginny. She'd never heard of sharing your clothing size with other women. It was an invasion of privacy!
Seeing Hermione's look, Ginny said, "Hermione, you have to stop hanging out with guys."
"What's wrong with being friends with men?"
"Well, you're not used to sharing your size with other women and that's what girls do. We tell each other our sizes," Ginny said, trying to hide a smile.
Hermione sighed. She knew she spent too many years with guys who never cared for sizes. She'd grown up never having to worry about others knowing her size. It was a hard habit to break. "10," she whispered.
Ginny made no comment about the size, to which Hermione was grateful. She wasn't fat, but compared to other girls who prided themselves in being a 4, she was a little plump. Ginny dove into the rack, digging around and looking at different sizes. Hermione heard the muffled noises of Ginny talking
to herself.
Finally, Ginny popped out with a simply gorgeous gown in her hands. Hermione gasped. It was so beautiful.
"Ginny, please say that this dress is a size ten. Please," Hermione said, not taking her eyes off the gown.
Ginny smiled. "It is a ten." She handed it over to Hermione. She took it from Ginny and felt the beautiful lace fabric. It didn't have any straps, but very lacey bodice. Hermione, praying softly, reached for the tag. The tag read: Veronique Colleccion. 6,200 pounds. Hermione gasped. There was no way that she would be able to afford a dress that expensive. She and Harry had hopped that they could at least rent the hall, get the food, the dress, the tux, and maybe something small for 6,200 pounds. They were on a low budget.
Hermione took one last look at the gown and handed it back to Ginny. "Put it back," she said stiffly.
"What's wrong with it?" Ginny asked. "It's perfect."
"It's 6,200 pounds!" Hermione exclaimed. "Harry and I can't afford that!"
"Eeek!" Ginny eyes widened. "You can't be serious." She looked at the tag on the dress. "Oh. My. God."
"I know!" Hermione agreed.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll find another one!" Ginny dove back into the rack. Ginny returned a few moments later with another gorgeous gown. She handed it to Hermione.
It had a full skirt like the other one had. It was made of satin and had beaded spagetti straps. It had appliques and beading of pearls, lass beads, and sequins on bodice skirt, with a basque waistline and chapel train. It even had a little lace up in the front. To put it simply, the gown was beautiful.
Careful not to excite herself too much, she glanced at the price tag. 926 pounds. Relief filled the young woman. She smiled. "I'm going to try it on."
Ginny squealed with delight and led Hermione off to the dressing rooms. Inside, Hermione removed her clothes and picked the dress up. She slid it on and struggled while trying ot reach the blasted zipper. It took nearly ten minutes to get the zipper up.
Hermione admired herself in the mirror. The dress looked nice, but it wasn't what she had wanted. She wanted to feel like a princess and this was not a princess dress.
Stepping out, she heard Ginny shriek. "It's beautiful, Hermione! Simply gorgeous!"
Hermione smiled. "It's nice, but it's not right. It's not glamous enough."
"Hermione, you're not going to find glamorous with your budget,"
Ginny pointed out.
"I know, but I can still dream, can't I?"
"Go on. Get that dress off whilst I go find another!" Ginny dashed off to the rack and dove in. Hermione walked in the dressing room and removed the gown and put her old clothes on.
When she stepped out another dress was flung at her. "This one is beautiful!" Ginny exclaimed.
This gown didn't have the same full skirt as the other had had, but it had it's own flare that Hermione liked. The neckline in the front and back was beaded with rocaille beads. It had a beaded trim and had a chapel train. It wasn't as princess-like as the others had been, but was rather cute.
Hermione checked the price tag. It was becoming a bigger part of the shopping that she had thought or wanted it to be. 1,220 pounds. Ack! A little too much, but if she liked it enough, she'd get it.
In the dressing room, she slipped the dress on. It was comfortable and it fit her well. But her mother had said that you should never buy a wedding dress unless you know it's the perfect one and that there's nothing better out in the world. Hermione intended on following that piece of adice.
She undressed and put her normal clothes on. She stepped out, looking for Ginny.
Ginny ran up once again, with a squeal, threw a dress in Hermione hands, took the other dress, and shoved her back into the dressing room.
Back in the dressing room, Hermione took a long look at the dress in her hands. It was white, naturally, covered with lace. It didn't have any straps. It had the full skirt like Hermione had wanted and the skirt was long enough to give in a small little train at the end. It was perfect. There was no doubt about it. Hermione slid in over her naked body, zipped it up, and turned to face the mirror. It looked as though it were made on Hermione's body for it fit perfectly. When Hermione turned, she heard the swish of the skirts. She had to have this gown.
She forgot one thing, though. The price of the dress. She checked the tag, secretly praying for a cheap price. Or something at least affordable. 1,996 pounds. She stared into space for a little while, trying to understand why she couldn't have this dress. Soft tears slid down her face. Scolding herself, she
wiped the tears away with her arm. She shouldn't get so hung over about a dress. You only wear it one day, she told herself. Why spend so much money on a dress you'll only wear once? the logical part of her brain said. But, it's perfect. A wedding is one of the most important parts of a girl's life and the
dress is just as important. This is not just any day. It is THE day, her girlish side pointed out. She hated the way her head for itself. It annoyed the hell out of her.
She took the dress off, trying to pretend that it didn't exist. She put her regular clothes back on and stepped out of the dressing room, longing to have that dress in her hands.
With her head down, she didn't see the man standing in front of her. They collided, both going down.
"Sorry about that," Hermione mumbled. She reached for the dress, but the man picked it up for her and gave her a hand.
"No, it's my fault," the man said. He took a look at the dress in his hands. "This is a beautiful dress. I'm sure you'll gorgeous wearing it down the aisle when you go to marry Potter, huh?"
Hermione looked up. Draco Malfoy stood holding the gown in his hands. She took a deep breath and said, "I would, but I can't afford that gown."
Draco, uh, Malfoy, (he is called so because he is not Herm's lover. If he was, then he'd be Draco) looked stunned. "You're marrying Harry Potter, a pretty darn good Quidditch star. I would've thought you'd be able to afford this dress."
"We're on a budget," Hermione said flatly.
"Oh, I see." Malfoy paused for a second, then said, "Hermione, I've caused you a lot of trouble in the past and I know a way that I can make up for it."
"What?" Hermione asked, startled.
"I'll buy this dress for you so that you can look like an angel down the aisle. It'll make up for all the hurt I've caused you," Malfoy, uh, Draco (He's Draco now because he's doing something nice) said sincerely.
"You don't have to," Hermione said quickly.
Draco cut her off, "Yes, I do. Will you let me?"
"Yes, but this is no way means that we are...." Hermione trailed off, not knowing what she meant.
"I'm just going to buy the dress and then never be part of your life again," Draco said.
Hermione nodded. Where is Ginny? she thought.
Draco walked up to the register and laid the dress on the counter. He took out a charge card. The clerk starting totaling it up.
"You know, sir, you shouldn't be here when your fiancee is shopping for her wedding gown. It's bad luck," the clerk said.
"She's not my fiancee. She's my....uh..sister. She's my sister," Draco said nervously.
The clerk nodded. She didn't believe him, Hermione could tell. They looked nothin alike. Period. End of discussion.
The clerk wrapped the dress into a bag and handed it to Hermione. Draco nodded to Hermione and rushed off.
Hermione stood in a daze for a flew minutes till Ginny flew at her.
"What did you think of the dress?" she asked impatiently.
"I bought it," Hermione said.
"You did??"
"Yes."
"Cool! Now what?"
"Bridesmaid gowns," Hermione said, grinny evilly.
Ginny paled. "Oh no." She broke out running down the streets of London, Hermione following her.
"Come back, dear Ginny! It won't hurt a bit! Well, maybe a little. But it's all for the cause!"
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I really hope you guys liked the fic. Now, to let you know, this fic writes itself. I'm still trying to imcorporate Hr/D, but this fic doesn't want it. It speaks to me! It says, "Go HARRY!" I swear! I'm a big D/Hr person, but that's not what the fic wants.
REVIEW!!!!
Fictionally yours,
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff
I'm so sorry for taking soooo long to update. The last time was....July 27th. ACK!!! I feel horrible!! Bad me! *slaps self* Anyway, to make up for it, I've got an extra long chapter. Enjoy!
Oh yes, and the dresses in this chapter do exist! I visited two wedding websites and found some pretty dresses. I had to convert the prices to British pounds and I know the prices are really high. My mom got her wedding dress for $99, an equivalent of 153 pounds. Prices have gone up!
To Love Somebody
Life returned to normal. Harry was never the wiser of what happened that Saturday night. A week later and it was time for Hermione to do what she had been looking forward to for ages: shopping for her wedding dress.
Hermione apparated to Diagon Alley where she quickly found Ginny waiting.
"Hey, Gin," Hermione said cheerfully, walking over to where Ginny was sitting.
"Hi," Ginny replied. "Listen, I'm sorry about last week and I probably shouldn't have said anything. What you do is your business, but I don't want to see anyone get hurt, so..."
"No, Ginny, you're right," Hermione said, hugging her friend. "I should pretend that Malfoy doesn't exist. That's what I should've done all along, but I was stupid.
Ginny smiled. "Come on." She led Hermione out of Diagon Alley and into the muggle part of London. After dragging Hermione back and forth down different streets, she finally stopped.
"This is in," Ginny shrieked, pulling Hermione into the store before she could even see the name of the store.
Inside, Hermione was amazed. The store glowed with beautiful white wedding gowns. Some had a huge skirts while others had slim ones. Hermione walked over to the rack with the gowns with wide skirts. She already had an idea what she wanted. She wanted to look like a princess. A fairy princess, maybe. Harry was to be her prince. She had to look perfect.
Searching through the racks, she was dismayed. None of the dress were in her size. They were all too small. She scowled at what the world was turning into: a world where all the women wore size 4-6 dresses.
Ginny, seeing Hermione's scowl, asked, "What's wrong?"
Hermione turned to her friend. "None of them are in my size. It's like they're only made for stick women."
"You're a stick," Ginny said, smiling.
"I'm not stick-like enough, then, because these are all too small," Hermione exclaimed. She wondered why Ginny had made that stick comment. She wasn't a stick. She was.....a.....stump..yeah.
"Well, then you'll have to go on a diet," Ginny joked. This caused Hermione to scowl ever move. She hated diets and refused to be a droid like other vain women. In her mind, they were enough of them in the world without her adding to the population. "What size are you, Hermione?"
Hermione stared at Ginny. She'd never heard of sharing your clothing size with other women. It was an invasion of privacy!
Seeing Hermione's look, Ginny said, "Hermione, you have to stop hanging out with guys."
"What's wrong with being friends with men?"
"Well, you're not used to sharing your size with other women and that's what girls do. We tell each other our sizes," Ginny said, trying to hide a smile.
Hermione sighed. She knew she spent too many years with guys who never cared for sizes. She'd grown up never having to worry about others knowing her size. It was a hard habit to break. "10," she whispered.
Ginny made no comment about the size, to which Hermione was grateful. She wasn't fat, but compared to other girls who prided themselves in being a 4, she was a little plump. Ginny dove into the rack, digging around and looking at different sizes. Hermione heard the muffled noises of Ginny talking
to herself.
Finally, Ginny popped out with a simply gorgeous gown in her hands. Hermione gasped. It was so beautiful.
"Ginny, please say that this dress is a size ten. Please," Hermione said, not taking her eyes off the gown.
Ginny smiled. "It is a ten." She handed it over to Hermione. She took it from Ginny and felt the beautiful lace fabric. It didn't have any straps, but very lacey bodice. Hermione, praying softly, reached for the tag. The tag read: Veronique Colleccion. 6,200 pounds. Hermione gasped. There was no way that she would be able to afford a dress that expensive. She and Harry had hopped that they could at least rent the hall, get the food, the dress, the tux, and maybe something small for 6,200 pounds. They were on a low budget.
Hermione took one last look at the gown and handed it back to Ginny. "Put it back," she said stiffly.
"What's wrong with it?" Ginny asked. "It's perfect."
"It's 6,200 pounds!" Hermione exclaimed. "Harry and I can't afford that!"
"Eeek!" Ginny eyes widened. "You can't be serious." She looked at the tag on the dress. "Oh. My. God."
"I know!" Hermione agreed.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll find another one!" Ginny dove back into the rack. Ginny returned a few moments later with another gorgeous gown. She handed it to Hermione.
It had a full skirt like the other one had. It was made of satin and had beaded spagetti straps. It had appliques and beading of pearls, lass beads, and sequins on bodice skirt, with a basque waistline and chapel train. It even had a little lace up in the front. To put it simply, the gown was beautiful.
Careful not to excite herself too much, she glanced at the price tag. 926 pounds. Relief filled the young woman. She smiled. "I'm going to try it on."
Ginny squealed with delight and led Hermione off to the dressing rooms. Inside, Hermione removed her clothes and picked the dress up. She slid it on and struggled while trying ot reach the blasted zipper. It took nearly ten minutes to get the zipper up.
Hermione admired herself in the mirror. The dress looked nice, but it wasn't what she had wanted. She wanted to feel like a princess and this was not a princess dress.
Stepping out, she heard Ginny shriek. "It's beautiful, Hermione! Simply gorgeous!"
Hermione smiled. "It's nice, but it's not right. It's not glamous enough."
"Hermione, you're not going to find glamorous with your budget,"
Ginny pointed out.
"I know, but I can still dream, can't I?"
"Go on. Get that dress off whilst I go find another!" Ginny dashed off to the rack and dove in. Hermione walked in the dressing room and removed the gown and put her old clothes on.
When she stepped out another dress was flung at her. "This one is beautiful!" Ginny exclaimed.
This gown didn't have the same full skirt as the other had had, but it had it's own flare that Hermione liked. The neckline in the front and back was beaded with rocaille beads. It had a beaded trim and had a chapel train. It wasn't as princess-like as the others had been, but was rather cute.
Hermione checked the price tag. It was becoming a bigger part of the shopping that she had thought or wanted it to be. 1,220 pounds. Ack! A little too much, but if she liked it enough, she'd get it.
In the dressing room, she slipped the dress on. It was comfortable and it fit her well. But her mother had said that you should never buy a wedding dress unless you know it's the perfect one and that there's nothing better out in the world. Hermione intended on following that piece of adice.
She undressed and put her normal clothes on. She stepped out, looking for Ginny.
Ginny ran up once again, with a squeal, threw a dress in Hermione hands, took the other dress, and shoved her back into the dressing room.
Back in the dressing room, Hermione took a long look at the dress in her hands. It was white, naturally, covered with lace. It didn't have any straps. It had the full skirt like Hermione had wanted and the skirt was long enough to give in a small little train at the end. It was perfect. There was no doubt about it. Hermione slid in over her naked body, zipped it up, and turned to face the mirror. It looked as though it were made on Hermione's body for it fit perfectly. When Hermione turned, she heard the swish of the skirts. She had to have this gown.
She forgot one thing, though. The price of the dress. She checked the tag, secretly praying for a cheap price. Or something at least affordable. 1,996 pounds. She stared into space for a little while, trying to understand why she couldn't have this dress. Soft tears slid down her face. Scolding herself, she
wiped the tears away with her arm. She shouldn't get so hung over about a dress. You only wear it one day, she told herself. Why spend so much money on a dress you'll only wear once? the logical part of her brain said. But, it's perfect. A wedding is one of the most important parts of a girl's life and the
dress is just as important. This is not just any day. It is THE day, her girlish side pointed out. She hated the way her head for itself. It annoyed the hell out of her.
She took the dress off, trying to pretend that it didn't exist. She put her regular clothes back on and stepped out of the dressing room, longing to have that dress in her hands.
With her head down, she didn't see the man standing in front of her. They collided, both going down.
"Sorry about that," Hermione mumbled. She reached for the dress, but the man picked it up for her and gave her a hand.
"No, it's my fault," the man said. He took a look at the dress in his hands. "This is a beautiful dress. I'm sure you'll gorgeous wearing it down the aisle when you go to marry Potter, huh?"
Hermione looked up. Draco Malfoy stood holding the gown in his hands. She took a deep breath and said, "I would, but I can't afford that gown."
Draco, uh, Malfoy, (he is called so because he is not Herm's lover. If he was, then he'd be Draco) looked stunned. "You're marrying Harry Potter, a pretty darn good Quidditch star. I would've thought you'd be able to afford this dress."
"We're on a budget," Hermione said flatly.
"Oh, I see." Malfoy paused for a second, then said, "Hermione, I've caused you a lot of trouble in the past and I know a way that I can make up for it."
"What?" Hermione asked, startled.
"I'll buy this dress for you so that you can look like an angel down the aisle. It'll make up for all the hurt I've caused you," Malfoy, uh, Draco (He's Draco now because he's doing something nice) said sincerely.
"You don't have to," Hermione said quickly.
Draco cut her off, "Yes, I do. Will you let me?"
"Yes, but this is no way means that we are...." Hermione trailed off, not knowing what she meant.
"I'm just going to buy the dress and then never be part of your life again," Draco said.
Hermione nodded. Where is Ginny? she thought.
Draco walked up to the register and laid the dress on the counter. He took out a charge card. The clerk starting totaling it up.
"You know, sir, you shouldn't be here when your fiancee is shopping for her wedding gown. It's bad luck," the clerk said.
"She's not my fiancee. She's my....uh..sister. She's my sister," Draco said nervously.
The clerk nodded. She didn't believe him, Hermione could tell. They looked nothin alike. Period. End of discussion.
The clerk wrapped the dress into a bag and handed it to Hermione. Draco nodded to Hermione and rushed off.
Hermione stood in a daze for a flew minutes till Ginny flew at her.
"What did you think of the dress?" she asked impatiently.
"I bought it," Hermione said.
"You did??"
"Yes."
"Cool! Now what?"
"Bridesmaid gowns," Hermione said, grinny evilly.
Ginny paled. "Oh no." She broke out running down the streets of London, Hermione following her.
"Come back, dear Ginny! It won't hurt a bit! Well, maybe a little. But it's all for the cause!"
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I really hope you guys liked the fic. Now, to let you know, this fic writes itself. I'm still trying to imcorporate Hr/D, but this fic doesn't want it. It speaks to me! It says, "Go HARRY!" I swear! I'm a big D/Hr person, but that's not what the fic wants.
REVIEW!!!!
Fictionally yours,
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff