For Eternity

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.


Chapter 4

It was a very long time before Ginny could get away from her curious family and retreat to the safety of her room.

The next morning was the day Luna and Ginny had decided to go shopping for the dresses. Mrs. Weasley came along, and they asked Hermione if she would like to go to, but she decided she would rather stay with Ron.

"Do you think Colin would want to come?" Ginny asked Luna skeptically.

"Probably, you know how he loves to take pictures, but we can't use Floo Powder to contact him. Are you going to invite him to the wedding through owl post?"

"Yeah," Ginny nodded. "But at the moment I only know the date. Narcissa said she'd give us the time tomorrow."

"I can't believe today is already the first! I can't believe you only have thirteen days until you're married!"

"Neither can I," a picture of Harry and herself flashed across her vision.

"Luna, Ginny, shall you press on?" Molly called from downstairs.

"We're coming," Ginny yelled back. Her voice sounded strained even to her own ears.

"When are you going to talk to Harry," Luna whispered as the headed downstairs. Ginny swore that girl was a mind reader.

"I'll talk to him when we get back tonight," Ginny decided.

They arrived at the private dressmaker Narcissa had suggested around half past nine.

"Hello," she said, "You must be the Weasley party."

"Yes."

"Who's the bride," she asked professionally, looking at the group through thin square glasses.

"I am."

"We haven't met before. Who recommended you here?" The woman asked.

"Narcissa Malfoy," Ginny answered.

"Ah, so you're a friend of the Malfoys?"

"Not really a friend, I'm marrying Draco."

The lady dropped her clipboard. It hit the floor with a metallic sounding clang. Ginny smiled sadly. Everyone she told about her impending marriage dropped whatever they were carrying.

"But Draco, he's only 16," the lady's green eyes had widened so much the just about filled her screen of her glasses.

"Yes, and I'm only 15, but we are to much in love to wait until both of us are out of Hogwarts," Ginny had to try very hard to keep her face strait. The idea of actually being in love with Draco Malfoy was just so ludicrous."

"Well, I'm glad Draco had found someone to settle down with," she said, a large smile on her face, "Who might you be m'dear?"

"Ginny, Ginny Weasley."

The lady dropped the clipboard she had just bent down to pick up.

"I'm Adelia Parkinson," she held out her hand, and Ginny shook it. "He must really be in love if he's going to marry a Weasley, no offence," she added.

"None taken," she answered, "So you're Pansy Parkinson's mother?"

"Her aunt, I always figured she'd be the one to who'd end up with Draco, but if you're so much in love, God bless you."

"Thank you," Ginny said stiffly.

"Who's here with you today?" Adelia asked.

"This is my mother Molly Weasley, and my Maid of Honor Luna Lovegood."

"Where are your other bridesmaids?" The elder Parkinson questioned.

"They couldn't be here today, but I know their measurements and sizes." Ginny answered.

After a few hours they decided on bridesmaids dresses. They were blue and silver in separate sections split with a diagonal silk line. It looked amazing on Luna, but Ginny had her doubts about how it would look on her other bridesmaids, mainly Hermione."

"What kind of dress were you looking for for the reception?" Adelia asked.

Ginny shrugged, "I'm not sure."

"I think it's best to go with green. Being a Weasley I suspect you're in Gryffindor, but red heads always look good in green, and it is the color of you're future husband."

Ginny couldn't hold back a slight cringe after this statement. Luckily Adelia was busy conjuring several racks full of green dresses.

After and hour of searching they finally decided on a simply silk spaghetti strap with a rose and a long silver stem that wound it's way around her leg.

"Lovely choice darling," Adelia said, "By the way, why are you getting actual dresses instead of dress robes."

"I prefer dresses," Ginny said simply, which was true.

"Okay then," Adelia said distractedly, "I suppose you'll want the traditional white dress?"

Ginny nodded. All at once the room was full to overflowing with hundreds of glimmering white dresses.

Luna let out an almost savage shriek and dived head first into the dresses.

"This would look fabulous on you Gin!" she said, holding up the first dress she could get her hands on. Her eyes still made her look like she was off in dreamland.

The search took a little longer, but finally they found the perfect dress.

It had been about the 320th dress she tried on, and she had been getting a little skeptical that she would find one at all.

When Luna handed it to her over the door of the dressing room she knew there was something special about it. It was made of some light, shimmering material that glittered different colors in the light from the dressing room.

"I think that's the one," Adelia said when she stepped out. "Altogether this will add up to 70,000 galleons."