Okay here's the deal I dont own these people I RENT them!


Ch 2

Fleur glided into the store and Madam Malkin's daughter looked up from her work. "A Miss Delacour, are you here for the fitting?"

"Stupid question," Hermione whispered to Ginny who giggled.

"Yes, ve are. Ginny you vill go first."

Ginny walked over to the counter where the woman handed her a dress of dark purple with green embellishment around the neck line and bottom. She pulled the dress over her head and looked at it in the mirror. It was loose not at all the way it was a week ago. Had she really lost that much weight? She walked out of the dressing room to only see the four women in front of her giver looks that ranged from worried to bewildered.

"Oh mon, c'est plutôt détaché n'est pas il?" Fleur asked out loud.

To which Gabrielle said, "Oui, il semble presque comme elle porte une tente au lieu d'une robe."

"Hermione, can you come here please?" Ginny asked. "What the Hell did they say this time?"

"Well, Fleur was somewhat polite. She said that your dress is rather loose to which Gabrielle said and I quote: 'Yes, it seems almost like she is wearing a tent instead of a dress.' Merlin, that little twit becomes more annoying with every word she says."

"Well this is easily fixed," Mademoiselle Malkin said. She flicked her wand a few times and the dress resized itself to fit Ginny perfectly. "Perfect. Now you dear," She said to Gabrielle.

Gabrielle entered the dressing room and within moments she came out in a dress almost identical to Ginny's. All that was different was the color of the embellishment where Ginny's had been green Gabrielle's was silver. Of course this one fit it's wearer perfectly and was almost immediately returned to it's hanger.

Then Fleur stepped into the dressing room where she changed into her wedding gown. A moment latter she stepped out to show the women her radiance. The dress was a traditional white with gold lilies and roses embroidered on the train. It was strapless and hugged to every curve of Fleur's body. In short it was beautiful.

After much cooing about Fleur's dress and a bit of conversation about how Ginny's had not properly fit her, the women had paid for the dresses and were off to return to the Burrow.

When they returned Fleur began to boast on how beautiful she was in her dress and how pretty Gabrielle looked in her dress conveniently forgetting about Ginny and the mess of a dress she had.

But that didn't matter much to Ginny as she climbed the stair to her room. It was getting late nearly nightfall and she wanted to get to her room before Harry did for his nightly watch. As she turned the corner she moaned seeing Harry right outside her bedroom door.

"Ginny, how was the fitting?"

"Fine," she lied.

Harry didn't buy it for a second. "Ginny, I can always tell when something is bothering you. What happened?"

"OH do you want to know for my protection or something? Because if it is for that reason then I most certainly will not be telling you. Now if you don't mind I am going to bed before you come up with another clever question to get me more pissed off?" And with that Ginny left Harry in silence.