The Calm Before the Storm
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Ch 1
Ginny sat on her bed at the Burrow. It was the summer of Bill and Fleur's wedding. More specifically it was the week of the wedding and Ginny didn't want to leave her room for anything. She didn't want to sleep, or eat, or walk through the yard on the sunny summer days. Why did she do this? Simple, really. She didn't want to see Harry.
He had left Hogwarts to go to his aunt's and uncle's house for a week, and then he came back to the Burrow. Now, Harry had been there for two weeks and Ginny hadn't left her room except to use the loo, and even then she walked as if she were a ghost of her old self.
Ginny sat up all night only to hear Harry outside of her room making sure no one harmed her. At least he still cared about her. On this particular day Ginny was supposed to go into Daigon Ally to try her bride's maid dress on. Only she couldn't stand Fleur or her sister Gabrielle. Honestly, she was going to strangle them if she heard those French twits say one more thing about her in those obnoxious accents of theirs.
There was a knock on Ginny's door and she walked over to it to open it. Hermione came in what seemed like a fit of furry. "If I hear those two French Fairies say one more thing about my hair I swear I am going to hex them back to the beginning of Magic!"
"They're that bad aren't they?"
"Yes, they are! Only now they have stared to speak about me in French, but they don't know that I fluently speak that bloody language!"
"Really? Oh Hermione, would you come with me to the dress fitting so that you can tell me what the hell they are saying about me?"
"Of course, I can, Ginny. Besides that's what I was sent up to get you for. They're leaving."
"Oh Gods, Here we go," Ginny muttered so softly that Hermione strained to hear it.
As the girls exited the room they nearly bumped into Charlie and his girlfriend Emily, who were snogging in front of Ginny's door.
"God Charlie, get a room!"
Emily and Charlie parted and both blushed. Charlie's seemed to match the fiery color of his hair where Emily's was a light pink that seemed to compliment her raven black hair. "We will," Charlie said as he escorted Emily to the room all the way at the end of the hallway that had been reserved for Bill and Fleur.
"I hope they don't find anything," Hermione whispered and Ginny nodded her agreement.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen they were greeted by Molly who seemed to be close to screaming. "Well you four girls better be off if you are going to be at Madam Malkin's on time."
Gabrielle looked at her older sister with pure distaste written on her pretty little features. She whispered to her sister, "Perfectionner maintenant nous devons rester avec eux deux. Ginny était assez mauvais, mais maintenant nous avons aussi besoin de rester avec Hermione !"
Hermione looked at Ginny and whispered, "She said: 'Perfect now we must stay with both of them. Ginny was bad enough, but now we also need to stay with Hermione!' Honestly those two are the rudest French twits I have ever met."
Fleur glared at her sister and hissed, "Gabrielle, s'il vous plaît vos manières. Je crois que le sait-il-tout sait que nous disons."
"Que les déchets. Elle wouldnt sait un mot français s'il le morceau elle dans l'âne !" Gabrielle spat at her older sister.
"Fleur said: 'Gabrielle, please your manners. I do believe that the know-it-all knows what we are saying.' And then Gabrielle said: 'That's rubbish. She wouldn't know a French word if it bit her in the ass!' Oh yeah well that little ballerina wouldn't know English if it bit her in the arse!"
"Vell, shall ve go now?" Fleur said breaking up the two conversations with her broken English.
Hermione and Ginny nodded and the four women apparted to the door of the robe shop.
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