Title: Diverging Reality
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry, OC – Madam Larcy
Chapter: 15
Word Count: 1653
Warnings: wedding plans, Ginny being Ginny

Edited by: eiliagh
AN: So to note – The last couple of weeks have not been good to me mentally. Thus why I'm late and didn't post last week. I am sorry about that but sometimes things happen with me and I…don't get on the right computer to do things on. For now, enjoy.

Staring into the mirror, taking in his reflection, Harry frowned, having just finished another fitting and deciding on his colors. "I think that silver would be best against the gray of my robes. I do not want it to be a high contrast, but I do wish to have it contrast just enough to highlight," he said. The seamstress nodded as she wrote that down. "The Raven and Wolf motif..."

"They will be done in the jeweled tones of your house colors, Heir Black-Potter," she told him, bobbing a curtsy. "And placed where you wanted them. I believe that is all we needed to do with your fitting today." She looked at her list and nodded. "I believe that Madam Larcy wishes to speak about the dress that your future wife needs."

Harry sighed as he held up his arms by his side, the various pieces to the robe falling off of him before wrapping back around the manikin, pins coming to hold the seams together. "If she is free, I will speak with her now. I really do hope that Ginevra didn't do anything unwanted," he said. The seamstress smiled and bowed her head.

"I do not believe so but I know that she still wished to speak with you about her," she continued. Harry hummed as he pulled on his day robe, buttoning the three buttons that held it closed at his waist. She led him back into the back office of the head seamstress, knocking on her door and calling out to her. "Madam Larcy, Heir Black-Potter is here to discuss those things that you were concerned about."

A woman who looked to be close to her forties opened the door, a sketch pad in one hand and a pencil in the other, obviously having been sketching out a dress. Her long fingered hand placed her items onto a small table as she smiled. "Ah, please, come in, Heir Black-Potter. Mary, please gather some tea for us and send it in with one of the elves?" she asked as she moved back to her desk, Harry following after. Mary nodded, bobbed a curtsy and left, Harry greeting Madam Larcy with a brush of his lips over the offered hand, smiling.

"Thank you for taking time out of your day to speak with me," he greeted.

Larcy smiled softly as she dropped into a low curtsy. "No, I really should be thanking you for this time. I am sure that you have other things to focus on that are not what Miss Weasley tried to do with her dress," she drawled. She waved a hand to three chairs around a small table. Harry settled onto one of the chairs.

"Such as the mid-term exams that are coming up, yes," Harry said softly as he settled back, watching as the tea service was placed there by a well dressed house-elf. The elf curtsied before she disappeared, making Harry chuckle softly.

"Mippy was my childhood caretaker. Now that I am older and a seamstress of some reputation, she helps me create clothes for my customers," Larcy admitted. She waved a hand and several sketches floated over to her from her desk, laying them out before Harry on the table. "As you know, we do allow some changes to the old styles of dresses that we make, but only to a certain degree. And only with the permission of the groom or father. In this case, we need your permission since you are paying for everything."

"Yes, I do remember being told that in my letter," Harry replied. "She was told in her appointment letter about this fact, yes?" he asked. Larcy nodded. "Very well. What did she do?"

"Her wishes are for the dress to be tighter than allowed. More skin than actual dress," Larcy said, showing him the design that Ginevra had asked for. "I do know that the non-magical's have tight dresses and that some of them are quite lovely, but I know that for the houses Potter and Black, that is quite scandal inducing. Which is not good seeing as you are so young."

Harry looked at the dress designs and groaned, rubbing at his nose under his glasses. "She is wanting something called a mermaid style, but the legs should be looser than that so that she could walk. They don't have slits up the front. And those dresses that do aren't so high up as that," he told her, shaking his head. "No, this will not do at all. Did she see the original designs that had been picked up that would be acceptable under the Potter and Black wedding guidelines?" he asked.

Larcy nodded, waving her wand and laying out the designs. One of them was a simplistic dress: a high waist that would sit under Ginevra's bust, the rest falling to the floor in soft flowing fabric. It hinted instead of advertised. The neckline was delicate and didn't show anything but did allow her collarbone and neck to be shown.

The second dress was more in the modern style. The bodice was tight, coming down to a belt that had the skirt falling from it in a fall of fabric that brushed the floor before collecting into a train. Part of the top was solid, creating a halter top look with lace wrapping the rest of the arm and up her neck. It was delicate and everything that needed to be covered was covered.

The last option was that of a basic, full ball gown wedding dress that most of the older generations still preferred for wedding dresses. It was large and showed nothing. It was perfectly prudish.

All of them had changes that were marked down for them that would stop it from being a proper dress for a wedding of his houses. Harry once more groaned, spotting Mippy pouring just a touch of whiskey into his teacup and warming it up with a little bit of her magic. He smiled and nodded at her. "None of these changes will be allowed."

Larcy nodded her head, picking up her cup of tea when Harry did so, the young Heir sipping at it with a sigh. "I had thought as much. I did warn her that if the changes weren't approved by you, I would need her to choose one of the three dresses and from approved modifications. They have all been fitted to her without the changes so it wouldn't be hard to do the work from there."

"I hate to say it, but you will have to do that," Harry said. He crossed his legs, foot bouncing. "Do you have any thoughts as to why she wanted these particular changes? Such as lowering the neckline, no back, tighter in most spots..." He shook his head, lip curling up.

Larcy snorted before she blushed at such an unlady-like sound coming from her. The young heir just gave her an amused look. "I think that she wishes to start 'seducing' her husband before the wedding night. I have seen a few who come in to change little things, but nothing quite like this. They usually don't make it to their actual beds as virgins if they did so. I believe that she is going to try for a more unsubtle approach in hopes that you will take her before you arrive home."

Harry snorted. "She will find that I do not need to take her myself for a child," he muttered. Larcy raised an eyebrow. He blushed before taking a breath and going for it. "You can not tell anyone this. But both the Potter and Black families have parts in their charters where a man doesn't need to bed his wife should he not wish to. All he has to do is...use a special toy and load it with his seed. He then hands it to her to do with as she pleases and between the toy and a potion, that is that," he said.

"To be blunt, Heir Black-Potter, all you need to do on your part is masturbate, collect your seed, stick it in a fake dick and give it to your wife for consummation?" she asked. Harry nodded before he drained his tea cup. "Well that is one way of doing things. Will the seed be viable?" she asked.

Harry snorted. "If I wanted to have children, yes. But since I do not wish to have children right away, the potion inside of the toy is to stop the seed from being usable. As it is, fertility potions only work on a male as long as it is the male planting the seed. I do have another potion under stasis for when children are an option," he said.

"I sort of wish I had known about that option when I had married my husband. May his soul burn. Would have saved me from dealing with a lot of flopping around in bed," Larcy snorted as she gathered the papers. "Now that I have a proper husband though, life is treating me much better."

Harry smiled at her, feeling as if they had bonded in a way. "I'm hoping that I will have a husband for myself one day. I do not want a wife. Not when I can have children in other ways," he said, Larcy smiling before she led him back to the front. Lucius looked up from the book that he had been reading and raised an eyebrow. "Forgive me, Lord Malfoy. Madam Larcy wished to speak with me about something concerning Ginvera's wedding dress."

"It is no issue. Shall we?" Lucius asked, bowing to the woman and pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. He led Harry out of the shop once Harry said his own goodbyes, heading for lunch where Narcissa most likely waited to discuss her return to the Black Family and the upcoming wedding.