"Shiver"
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I'm lifting you upI'm letting you down
I've been here since dawn
I'm fooling around
I'm not giving up
I'm making your love
This city's made us crazy
And we must get out…
-Maroon 5
Chapter 4:
-Tonks POV-
"What do you think about pink for the bridesmaids?"
"Don't be ridiculous! It would clash terribly with Ginny's 'air!"
"I know green would be wonderful for Ginny…"
"Yes, but 'ow would it look on ze uzzers?"
What I wouldn't give for a moment of peace. The flat hadn't been quiet or without visitors since I had announced I was marrying Remus. I felt like I was marrying Mrs. Weasley and Fleur Delacour, I was certainly spending more time with them than I was with my future husband. I would glimpse him across then living room and be about to get up and say hello in a very non-verbal way, when I would get asked about napkins and centerpieces! Frankly, I didn't care about napkins or centerpieces or ice sculptures or any of that mumbo jumbo. As long as I was there, and Remus was there, it would be a perfect wedding.
Last week Mrs. Weasley took me into Diagon Alley. We browsed through bridesmaid dresses and hadn't been able to decide. So we had brought some swatches home and requested Fleur's trendy advice. So far, it wasn't helping much.
"Dear? Tonks?" It took me a minute to realize Mrs. Weasley was talking to me.
I snapped out of my reverie, "Yes?"
"I was just saying that we have to go look at a dress for you today."
"Really?" I asked, I wasn't too excited about napkins, but I was excited about what I would be wearing.
"Yes," Mrs. Weasley looked at the clock on the wall. "We should be leaving soon, actually."
As she and Fleur stood, an idea occurred to me. "Can I ask Remus to come along?"
Fleur shot Mrs. Weasley a look that clearly said I was not wise to the custom of only the women doing the shopping for a wedding. But Molly, bless her heart, shot Fleur a patronizing look and said to me, "Sure, go ask him."
I smiled and dashed to the guest room we had made into a study. I knocked and from inside came a small, "Come in."
I opened the door and smiled. "Hi, honey!"
"Hello Tonks, are you about finished?" Remus asked from behind his book on Latin folk tales.
"Well, not quite, but we're going to go look at dresses for me now, would you like to come along?" I looked expectantly at him.
Remus raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Mother, may I?"
"Yes, they say you can come along."
"Well, all right then." He marked the page in his ratty old book, got up, and took his cloak from the hook.
I grabbed his arm. "Fleur didn't want you to come."
"Well, won't she be disappointed. I can't imagine how Bill made it through marriage preparations with her." he smiled at me. "I'm just glad that you aren't getting sucked into their 'bridezilla' attitudes."
"Bridezilla? What's that?"
Remus chuckled. "It's a variation on a very old Muggle movie entitled "Godzilla", wherein a giant lizard terrorizes the city."
"Interesting…" I said, giving him a suspicious smile.
"I'm not kidding!"
"Sure." We walked back to the living room. Fleur and Molly were waiting for us.
"Ready to go?" We nodded and she and Fleur apparated, not waiting for us.
"Well, someone's mad." I said, as though it meant nothing to me.
"Should I stay, darling?" Remus asked me.
"No! What should I care what they think? I'm marrying you, not them! And if I want to spend some time with you, and I am able to get some shopping done at the same time, so be it."
Remus sighed and resigned to the fact that I was not changing my position. "All right, if you say so."
And we apparated.
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"No! You fool! All we asked for was a ruffled bottom and buttons down ze back, instead of a zipper, what is wrong with zat?"
I was sitting on a chair next to Remus with my head in my hands. Remus was observing the scene in front of him, Fleur was yelling at the salesperson. I had tried on at least a million dresses and was still zipped into the last one. All I had suggested was that the zipper was a little uncomfortable and Molly had merely mentioned that ruffles at the bottom might look nice, and Fleur had begun asking the clerk for those and he insisted there was no way to alter the dress. And here we were, in a shouting match.
"Fleur, really, it's all right!" I tried again to calm her, and while her attention was diverted, the clerk slipped into the back of the store.
"Where did 'e go?" Fleur began to walk behind the counter when Molly grabbed her.
"Leave it, dear." She said, directing Fleur to one of the chairs where she sat, fuming and muttering in French.
Molly motioned to me. "Let's try another one on, shall we?"
I looked at Remus who said, "Go on dear, you can't attend the wedding in the nude, though I wouldn't complain."
I smacked him lightly on the arm and followed Molly into the dressing area.
"Here, why not try this one?"
I looked at the dress she was holding; it was white with thick straps and a ruffled skirt that stopped at my shoes. "Why not?"
I stepped into the dressing room with the new dress and began slipping out of the one I had on.
"Don't let Fleur get to you, dearie, she was just like this when we were preparing for her wedding as well." I rolled my eyes at Molly's words. "She just gets a bit carried away. Just remember what the day means for you and Remus, it'll be such a lovely wedding."
I finished getting into the dress and came out of the cubicle. Molly's eyes misted over and she clapped her hands together, "Now that's the dress!"
I looked in the full-length mirror; I had to admit it was very pretty.
"Go show Remus!" Molly prompted, pushing me toward the door a little.
I walked out into the larger room where my fiancé and Fleur were seated. As I came in, I asked, "What do you think?", but the only eyes I wanted on me were Remus'. He looked up and just stared, for a long time, for what seemed like an eternity, our eyes locked and the love just filled the room.
"What do you think?" Molly said, breaking us from our moment.
Remus grinned at me, "That's the dress."
I chuckled and ran to hug him, "That's what Molly said."
He kissed me gently and I knew what our wedding day was all about, the love between us, the love that had filled the room when he looked at me. When we broke apart, I saw Fleur crying behind Remus, even she couldn't deny that napkins were nothing to the love you share with another person.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this out, school and crap got in the way but it's summer now! Well, how was it? Please review and stay tuned for the next installment, the wedding! I'm excited to write it and I hope you like it!
