Chapter 16

Ginny POV

Ginny was sitting there on the bathroom floor sobbing. This was not how she pictured her last night as a bachelorette to be. She thought it would be happy and that everyone would forget their problems. But… she had to admit. Hermione was right. She didn't know how her best friend felt. She had been stupid to intrude where her advice was not wanted.

She sobbed and before she knew it she was asleep.

The next morning she was awoken by a gentle shove to her side.

"Ginny… time to wake up." The voice said.

Ginny stared up groggily for a second when suddenly her brain registered to whom she was speaking to.

"Hermione!" she almost shouted.

Hermione POV

"I am soo sorry" they said simultaneously.

"It was my fault!" they said together.

"No it was mine!"

They laughed.

"I am soo sorry Ginny! I ruined your bachelorette party with my petty problems!" Hermione sobbed as she hugged her best friend.

"No way! It was my fault. I… butted in where I shouldn't have." Ginny told her.

"No. You had the right to! I was ruining your bachelorette party! Now I can't give that back to you but I promise to make up for it one day." She promised her best friend.

The two cried for a considerable amount of time when the hairstylist knocked on the door.

Hermione wiped her tears and Ginny did the same.

"We should stop crying or we would look like two ugly brutes for your wedding!" Hermione laughed.

Ginny giggled and agreed.

They opened the door and let themselves be carried away by the dozens of stylists who were hired.

Hours and a few dozens of cans of hairspray later…

It was the first time Hermione would see the brides' maids' dresses. Ginny had always wanted to keep that to herself and thus not letting Hermione or anyone for that matter see them.

Hermione gasped in shock as she saw one of the dresses she had designed herself sitting on the bed waiting for her to slip it on.

It was very light blue and was spaghetti strapped. The top was made of some form of silk and was delicately patterned to look like it was flowing with every step you made. It also carried a sort of aura that demanded attention and beauty. The skirt was puffed out and flowing and was delicately sewn by hand with some thin silver linings to make it look like it was actually glowing from the reflection from the moonlight yet thin enough to not be noticed with the naked eye. She could only tell since she designed the dress herself and that it was already glowing from a simple lamp light.

She was glad the stylist was very good and had chosen the perfect style for her hair to go with the dress. Fortunately all girls had a different style to make them be distinguished from one another. Her brown hair was piled up to the top of her head where it then cascaded into some sweet curls that were carefully gelled with glitter to match the dress.

She passionately felt the fabric of her dress underneath her fingers. It felt so soft and delicate she was afraid she would rip it at mere touch.

"Hermione?" a voice called out behind her.

She turned around and found Ginny there in a bathrobe much like the one she was wearing but instead of Hermione's hairstyle Ginny sported a hairstyle that looked as if an invisible wind was kissing her face making the first few strands of her hair move away from her face. Even with the extremely nervous look on Ginny's face, Hermione could tell she was glowing.

"Hey Ginny." She greeted her best friend.

"It's 6 already." Ginny gasped as she looked at the clock on the wall.

Hermione nodded. The stylists were certainly doing their jobs. They had slaved for hours to make each and every girl look their best.

"Can you help me get my dress on?" Ginny asked.

Hermione smiled and followed Ginny to her room.

She and Ginny had already picked out the bridal gown together so she knew what to expect. But what she saw when she entered the room Ginny was given to get ready was astounding. Again one of her designs were used instead. She remembered owling them to Ginny for the off chance that she didn't need to go gown hunting again when Ginny declined them. She was a little flattered yet confused.

The dress she designed was white v-neck that dipped until the navel. It was not as revealing as it sounded. Its skirt was a flowing mass of white with a train of white roses skillfully sewn right on the dress on the day of the ceremony as to not damage or kill the flowers. The veil was a simple white flow around the head up to the shoulders.

"Ginny?"

"Oh Hermione! I am so sorry for not telling you I was going to use your designs and made you go on fake gown hunting but I felt like we were growing apart! We hardly saw each other at that time! I felt like I was losing my best friend!" Ginny cried.

Hermione reacted so fast that not even a single tear was shed before she hugged her best friend.

"I am so glad you used my designs for the most important day of your life." Hermione smiled. "Now don't cry or your mascara will get ruined and the whole dress would be a waste." She joked.

Ginny smiled and Hermione helped Ginny into the dress which was very hard to get into.

By the time they were through it was already 7.

"So how do I look?" Ginny asked.

Hermione looked at her. Ginny's make-up was cantering around soft and delicate. It was a look that screamed natural beauty and made her look like an angel descending from heaven to meet her one destined lover. But there was something missing.

Hermione found the problem and smiled to herself.

She cast a simple spell and all the roses on Ginny's veil and gown was touched with a small amount of vapor to make it catch in moonlight to make the dress absolutely perfect.

"Perfect." Hermione smiled as she hugged her best friend once more.

Ginny smiled at Hermione and asked for some time alone.

Hermione left the room and headed to her own to put on her dress.

Thirty minutes later Hermione was staring at her reflection on the mirror.

Her hair was made to stay up that way until she said the countercharm. Her makeup was also surrounded on simple beauty yet so painfully natural that it seemed unnatural. Her hair was also placed with a few blue roses that were the same color as the dress to make it known that she was the maid of honor. Her dress was also a different color as the others were a soft pink, lavender in fact.

She added a few drops of vapor on her roses as well. She looked back at her reflection and grabbed the roses she would be holding as she strolled down the altar. It was the same blue with dark green leaves and some small unnoticeable white daffodils hidden in the bouquet.

"Naturally unreal." Someone with a confident disposition said behind her.

She turned around and found the one man she had been dying to talk to. She smiled.

"Blaise."

Authors Note:

I am soo evil to leave you there. Ha-ha.