A/N: The next chapter (or maybe the one after that; who knows?) will be the wedding. I've got ants in my pants to introduce Draco into this. Literally or figuratively? You decide.
Also: Thanks to my first review.
Disclaimer: Everything except for the plot (by me) is owned and copyright to JKR.
"So Hermione," Ginny stirred her latte with the straw, looking for conversation in the deathly silent kitchen, "What are the plans for your wedding?
"Well, the guests will be taking a Portkey to the Caribbean. As a huge wedding present from Harry, he's paying for the whole fiasco. The wedding is on the beach in Puerto Rico." Hermione flashed a smile. "We're going to spend the Honeymoon on the Island.
"What about the reception? The dresses? The Maid of Honor and the Best Man? The music?" Ginny asked, stressing 'Maid of Honor' and 'Best Man'. Hermione was Ginny's female best friend and Blaise was their male best friend, so there was no doubt in her mind that she would pick Ginny as her Maid of Honor.
"Oh, yes. I suppose I forgot about that." Hermione giggled. "Want to help me plan it?" She asked Ginny this as if it wasn't that important.
"Of course!" Ginny replied, nodding furiously.
The two girls decided on checking out the dresses first. There were only two months left before the wedding, and there was not a lot of time to work with. Of course, Ginny could make it work. Living with Molly Weasley was beginning to come in handy.
And off they apparated.
"What color do you think would look best on the bridesmaids?" Hermione asked Ginny, looking at a bunch of boring white bridesmaid dresses.
"Pink," Ginny responded absently. She was staring at a strapless, pink, bridesmaid dress that was hanging on a full-body mannequin on a white table. It had ruffles on the bottom edge, and the mannequin was wearing sandals; strappy, tweed ones, with chunky, pink heels. "Hermione, look at these!"
Hermione came over and looked at the price instead of the dress.
"Ginevra. These dresses are 300 galleons a pop."
"Hermione. I don't give a flying fuck."
"Seriously, Gin. We can't get these. They're much too expensive and I have too many bridesmaids to afford them."
"Don't care. We'll split it right down the middle. I'm paying for half of this shit." She giggled.
"We still have to buy my dress and the tuxedos, dear," Hermione reminded her.
"The men are wearing them, not us. Now let's get your dress, twit."
After searching for the right dress for a little over two hours, Hermione and Ginny decided on the perfect one. It was an off-white, a cross between cream and a light shade of yellow. Then, after splitting the cost (750 each!) down the middle, not including shoes and the veil (Hermione insisted she pay at that point), the girls were ready for the Wedding.
Almost. The reception had not yet been planned. The girls realized this when they got back to Hermione's flat, which she would soon be moving out of, and into Ron's. But Hermione wanted the dresses to be a surprise to Ron, and she certainly could not keep them at his house if she was trying to hide them from him.
"So you'll play at the wedding?" Ginny asked once more, just to see if she was not hearing things.
"Yes, Ginevra. We will be there!" an irritated voice snapped, annoyed that Ginny had asked a seventh time. Hermione could hear Cho Chang slam the phone loudly from across the room.
"Good thing your houses were originally built for muggles," Ginny mused, "These tellygroan…no, fellytone, no…whatever. Anyway, they're great. I should call you on it some time."
Hermione giggled.
"Anyway, I'll see you later, love." Ginny waved and let herself out.
