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"Hermy, suck your breath in a leetle bit more!" suggested a clearly upset, Fleur.

"Don't you think I am? How was I supposed to know your cousin, Noel would be a size zero?"

That evening, Fleur's mother and sister had joined them to have a dress fitting. Hermione was positively glowering and looked like she would burst out of the seams of the dress that was clearly two sizes too small. Her normally slim figure was made to look svelte and painfully miniscule. And the corset didn't make matters any easier for her.

"Hold on Hermione. Mum's gone to get the instruction book for dress altering." Ginny knew it actually might take a while, because that book didn't have much use or need in a house full of six rambunctious boys. They don't think about wearing or putting on dresses Ginny deduced, but she paused a minute and grinned. Well the opposite however might most certainly hold true, well when it comes to girls anyways.

"Ah dear Hermione. You should consider yourself lucky! Long ago, in France, girls often 'ad to go through periods of starvation to just feeet into the dresses for balls and such" Mrs. Delacour, Fleur and Gabrielle exchanged looks that made it appear that they were the ones missing out on such a lovely tradition and they were all the more sadder for it. "Magic 'as constantly been evolving and thanks to wonderful seamstresses like Yolanda Threadington, now even the most common witch 'as a perfect how to book on how to fix dresses in a snap! That book of 'ers is a marvel"

"Well I certainly hope it helps us. I'm a bit rusty."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes scoured the pages in front of her for a few minutes, during which Hermione was turning slowly from scarlet to a bluish hue. Finally, she whipped out her wand, and looking Hermione up and down, pointed and muttered inaudible words under her breath.

Instantly Hermione fell on the floor. She jumped up and drew in large gulps of air.

The pale blue silk dress now clung to her silhouette just as though it were made for her. Hermione looked beautiful in it. Just like that time at the Yule Ball, thought back Ginny.

"Hey mum! Fred and George bewitched the ice sculptures! They are running around sloshing water EVERYWHERE!" Ron barged into the room, hair and clothes all dripping wet as though he had been splashing around in a puddle. As soon as he saw Hermione, his jaw noticeably dropped a few inches.

"Ronald! Get out of here at once!" screamed a livid Mrs. Weasley. Ron yelped and scrambled out.

Hermione had reverted back to the scarlet hue she had been sporting a few moments earlier.

"I better go deal with those boys. By Merlin! It's their own brother's wedding! You'd think they'd grow out of their foolishness but noooo!" Mrs. Weasley barged out of the room.

Hermione looked around at Ginny and asked, "Uh hey Gin, I haven't seen your dress yet. Do you have it here?"

"No it's in my room. I'll get it"

"Ginny mon petit chere, why don't you, poot eet on? We 'aven't seen you in eet yet."

Ginny knew she wouldn't be able to turn down the three pairs of shining blue eyes that looked at her imploringly.

"Ok. I'll be right back," said Ginny faking the best smile she could.

The Delacour and Hermione were talking about the Eiffel Tower, when suddenly Gabrielle let out a low, long whistle. "Tres belle!"

Ginny stood in the doorway in a shimmering green gown. The fabric looked like it had been molded to fit her every curve. Her coppery red hair, which she had untied from her pony tail, played off of the silky, glittery fabric and made it look like it were on fire. It all provided a nice contrast with her pale skin tone.

Ginny went over to the mirror and looked at her reflection. Fleur smiled and came up behind her and helped her zip her back. "I am very 'appy to have such a beautiful and kind sister in law as you Ginny" Ginny smiled back at Fleur in the mirror.

But Fleur's eyes suddenly darted to the window directly behind them. She rushed over there and threw it open peering around for a few minutes before coming back.

"Oh dear! My eyes must be playing treecks on me! I could'af sworn I saw glowink eyes out on ze branch next to ze window."

Ginny rushed over to the window and stared at the branch. But she immediately chided herself. He wouldn't ever come. Never. I wish he would though. "I miss you Harry," she quietly whispered, the summer breeze carrying away her silent prayer. She went back inside.

It took all of Harry's resolve not to throw off his cloak and take Ginny into his arms. She looked so breathtakingly beautiful. He had never seen her like this.

He had been sitting on the branch peering in through the window, watching the women try on dresses. He had been polite and chivalrous enough to look away when they were changing.

But now Harry wished he hadn't come. He felt so weak now that he realized how much he loved and missed Ginny. And it tugged at his heart to see her so sad, just because she loved him so much and missed him too. He couldn't bear to see her brown eyes downcast with so much sadness. But he also knew he couldn't go back.

Before he lost control of all reason he made sure not to make any noise, and slowly stood up on the branch. Years of Quidditch had honed his balance to pitch perfection. He carefully got onto his broom and took off.

I swear to myself, the moment I defeat Voldemort, Ginny I will come back to you. Nothing will ever get into the way of our happiness together. Never ever again.

As he vowed this, he felt a sharp blow, as a bright red light hit him squarely on the back.

Harry could feel himself lose altitude immediately and felt himself falling. It took all his might and strength to maneuver the broom so that he fell into a field of hay. Harry tried to gain his strength and fumbled for his wand.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

He lay paralyzed and felt a shadow slowly creep up and stand over him.

"Hullo, Potter. Long time, no see! Fancy running into you here!"

The last thing he remembered before blacking out was staring into a pair of green eyes.