Chapter Nineteen: Poodles on Parade!

"What do you think of this one?" Standing on a pedestal in a v-neck, cap-sleeved, tight bodice, poofy skirt, and sequins decorating all over, Hermione Granger felt like an over dressed poodle on for the best dog sow in London. She faced her freckled friend whose nose was wrinkled slightly as she looked Hermione over a few times. Shaking her head, Ginny Weasley sighed.

"It reminds me of an old-time gown that you'd have to wear a corset for… Let's not put you in a corset on your wedding day, too complicated for Ron." Ginny winked at Hermione who felt a rush of heat run to her face. Hermione let out a sigh of relief and nodded. "I would have been devastated if you have said you liked it!" The two laughed. It'd been a long time since they'd done such a thing, spent an entire day doing things. Shopping, manicures, pedicures, everything NORMAL girls do.

Hermione sighed and went back in the dressing room to try on more dresses. She had to find the perfect one, for her perfect day. Struggling to get out of the tight bodice, Hermione looked out of the curtain at Ginny, who was looking in the mirror holding dresses up to herself. "Planning on getting married too?" Hermione said before she could stop herself. She stifled a laugh as Ginny nearly dropped the dress. "No!" Ginny squeaked. Hermione smiled to herself as she finally broke free of the cursed dress. She glanced at Ginny from around the curtain again, who was now looking at tiaras and sparking jewelry.

"What's going on with you and Harry?" Hermione said as she emerged from the dressing room again, this time in a strapless, bejeweled bodice and slightly less puffy skirt. Standing on the pedestal looking at Ginny, Hermione put her hands on her hips.

"I hope your not planning on standing in the portraits like that. Otherwise they'd be some dang-awful pictures." Ginny said as she glared at Hermione who glared right back. Hermione stomped her foot in protest, causing the sound to echo slightly on the pedestal.

"Come on Gin! I won't tell anyone promises!"

"I like that dress."

"You're dodging the question" Hermione said with her eyebrow raised.

"It definitely shows off your curves."

"Which only makes me think that something serious is going on between you and Harry" Hermione said with a smirk as she twisted slightly to look at her self in the mirror.

"Nothing is going on! I went out with him once, not anymore. We're just friends!"

"That's what I said about Ron… now look at me!" She smirked and grabbed a small tiara and placed it on her head.

"No tiara, it makes your face look too oval. That's not going to happen between Harry and me. No way, no how."

Hermione nodded slowly and sighed. Ginny was going to break one of these days, but when? Fiddling with her dress, she looked at Ginny who was playing with a small barrette covered in sparkling roses. Something was definitely going through Ginny's mind, well, someone. Picking up the front of her dress, Hermione sat next to her and brushed back her own hair out of her face,

"You know Ginny, if you were in love with Harry. There wouldn't be anything wrong with it. It's perfectly natural."

"There's a million things wrong with it… What would someone as famous as Harry, see in a poor girl like me?"

Hermione grabbed Ginny's chin as her face stared at the floor, she pulled it to her level and spoke in a forceful tone. "If I EVER hear you talking like that about yourself Ginerva Weasley again. I will be forced to smack you. You're gorgeous, and smart. If Harry ad half a brain… no an eighth of brain, he wouldn't let you get away. Ever!"

Hermione dropped her hand from Ginny's chin and looked at her as a smile appeared. She laughed and nodded. "See there's my best friend, and my maid of Honor if she'll be it!" The look on Ginny's face was priceless. Hermione stood up and spun slowly she looked at Ginny who was still in awe.

"So this is the dress?"

"I think that Ron will have a hard time keeping his eyes off you at the reception."

They both laughed again and Hermione jumped up and clapped her hands together. "So now about the Maid of Honor dress…" She was thinking. Tapping her chin with her index finger Hermione wrinkled her nose in thought.

Ginny sent Hermione a death glare, Hermione mean-while was trying her harest to hold back a laugh. Ginny, hands on hips growled. "I'm NOT wearing this!" Hermione nodded. "Oh come on Gin! The pink ruffles! Poofy sleeves! You look like a beautiful pink-" "POODLE!" Ginny interrupted. "NO WAY!"

Gasp escaped her lips as Ginny stood in a floor length, burgundy cap-sleeve dress, square necked, and knee length. Hermione jumped and clapped for joy. "This is SO the one! What? You don't like it?" Hermione looked at Ginny whose head was tilted to the side and nose wrinkled. "It's not that I don't like it…" Ginny said sincerely. "it's just that, I have gosh awful legs and… I don't know, maybe I shouldn't be Maid of Honor." Hermione laughed and rose a brow shrugging. "I guess that I'll just have to find someone else to dance with Harry" she said coyly. Ginny jumped and let out a little squeak. "Then again, its neckline is the perfect shape for my face, and the color doesn't drown me out or anything!" she said excitedly. Hermione nodded and knew what was going on. Well she had her suspicions at least.

Authors note.

angels sing

I know it's finally up. Sorry it took FOR-EV-VER! But better late than never… right?

Oh Megh-o and I decided that the Harry/Ginny wasn't working out. So we deleted it. I may come back in a wile but for now its gone.

sorry it's kinda short!

waves bye to the story