A/N: For anyone who read my last chapter before I fixed it, sorry about the error. Hermione's a Muggle-born and should obviously know what a telephone is, but I just wasn't paying attention. I switched the characters around so it would make sense.
The next chapter will be the reception. I was going to include it in this one, but I finished it at about 11:30 PM Eastern ST, and I have school tomorrow. (;
Disclaimer: The only part of this story that I own is the plot, making all other parts of this story owned by JKR. Yes.
"Ginny, I look so fat in this dress! I'm going to look horrible on my way up the aisle! OH GOD GINNY! I'M SO FAT!" Hermione was bawling her eyes out in the full-length mirror in the hotel. Ginny turned around and walked over to Hermione.
"Don't be ridiculous, Hermione, you look beautiful!"
"LOOK AT MY LEGS!" she screamed, pointing at her shins. The knee-height slit in the dress gave a view of Hermione's legs, but they didn't look the least bit fat to Ginny.
"What are you talking about, Herms? Your legs look fantastic. My legs suck. They're all freckly, I have knobby knees, there are bruises all over them, the root of the hairs shows up even after I shave, and, and… I'm going to cry, too! Come here so I can do your make-up before I burst into tears!"
Seconds after Ginny had magically gotten rid of Hermione's single pimple and was applying blush to her cheeks, Blaise, Colin, Luna, and Gabrielle came into the tiny room with a card-key stolen from Ron.
"Hermione!" Colin audibly gasped when he saw Hermione's dress. "Stand up, you lucky bitch! I want to see the dress."
Hermione, with one eye fully made up and the other barely lined, stood up straight to model her dress. Blaise, Luna, Colin, and Gabrielle were all clapping while Hermione did a few spins and pretended to be on a runway.
"Oh, Hermione!" Gabrielle said, remembering what the four of them had come in there to tell her, "The flower girl will be out in ten minutes. They just sent us out here to tell you."
Hermione nodded. "Thanks."
The other four left while Ginny finished Hermione's make-up.
"All done," Ginny said, putting away her make-up supplies. Hermione quickly went back to the mirror.
"Thank you, Gin-bug, you did a wonderful job." Hermione hugged her best friend. "I'm so glad you helped me do all this."
"You're welcome, dahling," Ginny patted Hermione's head.
"I'm still nervous," Hermione stated simply.
"Yes, well, get un-nervous soon."
After another five minutes of waiting, Hermione and Ginny decided to get to the wedding. They apparated to a spot near the wedding scene, and the two girls watched the flower girl, a distant cousin of Hermione's, walk up the aisle throwing red rose petals on the white carpet between the pews of beach chairs.
The girls kept waiting until it was Hermione's turn to go up with her father, who was tearing up when he took his daughter's arm. Ginny hugged Hermione one last time before she flipped her veil and walked up the aisle. Then, Ginny and Harry went to their correct spaces, being the Maid of Honor and the Best Man. Ginny was watching the row where Luna, Colin, Gabrielle, Blaise, and Harry were all sitting together. Luna and Gabrielle were desperately trying to console a bawling Colin. Ginny noticed that Blaise was not there and started looking around for him. Finally, she caught sight of him next to an unfamiliar blonde man. Blaise was crying into the blonde's shoulder, quite possibly ruining the tux. While she wondered who this guy was, she was still paying attention to the ceremony.
Minutes later, it was time for the "I Do's", and Ginny was trying to choke back tears.
"You may now kiss the Bride."
At this point, Ginny burst into tears, and the mascara ran in black streaks down her cheeks. She was making no effort to clear or dry them until the mixed tears almost came in contact with her dress. She watched the 'Big Kiss' and burst into a whole new wave of tears.
