Iris stood in the bathroom. She had just gotten out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around her. The first match of the season was tomorrow. The past few months had passed in a whirlwind. After her talk with Molly and Martha, the wedding plans were on the right track. They were planning to have an outdoor wedding near Oliver's village during the break in Quidditch season towards the end of summer. They had tried to keep it small, but with the sheer size of their families - and amount of friends - it was turning out to be a bit bigger than expected. It appeared everyone was in the mood for a grand wedding whether Iris and Oliver wanted it or not. Though, she supposed she didn't mind it all too much. As long as everyone they cared about was there, that's all that mattered.

Iris sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. At least she would have the perfect dress. After weeks of searching, she couldn't find the right one, so Molly had found one of the best seamstresses in the country and she was busy making the dress of Iris' dreams. She had wanted something a bit more subdued, rather than the large, poofy princess gowns that seemed to be the latest trend. So the woman was busy creating a beautiful sheath dress that flowed when Iris walked and would go perfectly with the flowers she planned to put in her hair rather than wearing a veil. Harry, true to his word had insisted on paying for it, even though Iris tried to fight him on it, insisting he'd need the funds for his new flat. He had moved out two weeks ago and into a nearby flat with Ron. Iris felt there was an air of emptiness with him gone, but George and Angelina had taken to being frequent visitors, along with Audrey and Percy and Bill and Fleur. More and more, Iris was opening up to the idea of filling the spare rooms with children sooner rather than later. Though if Oliver got his way, they'd need to move into a bigger place in a few years.

Iris could almost picture herself in the dress as she stood staring at herself in the mirror. She turned slightly, catching a glimpse of her scars that covered her back. The image of her dress faded as she focused on the scars and the memories they held. She took a deep breath and dropped the towel, turning around to look at them fully in the mirror. She gingerly touched them, outlining them, furrowing her brow. They were the reason she had been insisting on a fully covered back despite Molly and Martha trying to convince her to do an open one. They didn't know about their existence, as she had covered them during all the fittings so far. And she supposed it wouldn't be much to hide them during the ceremony. She also hid her mark as well. She wanted to save them that, at least. In fact, she had taken to keeping them hidden most of the time, even when it was just her and Oliver, despite the fact that he already knew about them. He hadn't said anything, but she didn't like to be reminded of the memories they held. She then turned back to face the mirror and looked down to her side, running her finger across her newest scar in the side of her abdomen.

The door opened and Iris' eyes widened as she saw Oliver standing there, meeting his eyes in the mirror. She was long past feeling the necessity to be modest around him, but she still felt a bit more exposed with him catching her looking at her scars, new and old.

"You were taking so long, I just wanted to make sure you weren't trying to drown yourself in the shower," he said, smiling slightly. Iris laughed.

"I thought that was your thing," she joked. Oliver shook his head and stood watching her. Iris looked down at the scar in her side, still feeling a bit shy.

"I almost forgot what they looked like," Oliver said, stepping up to her. He put his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms. "You know, you don't have to hide them. Not from me." Iris smiled slightly.

"I just… They hold so many memories. Memories I'd rather not think about," she said. Oliver stepped back a bit and looked at her back, gently running his fingers over them.

"I know… but you survived. And the people who did this, they can't hurt you anymore," he said. He pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her, glancing down at the newest edition then back up to meet her eyes. "And more than that, scars or no, you're always beautiful to me." Iris smiled, leaning into his back. He kissed her cheek and grinned at her. "But whatever you want to do. Just wanted you to know you don't need to hide them for my sake. I know it must be tiring to use your magic constantly like that." Iris laughed softly.

"Half the time I don't even realize I'm doing it," she responded. "It's become second nature to me. But… thank you."

"What are future husbands for?" he joked. Iris laughed.

"Well future husband. As I recall, you have a big game tomorrow. So I suggest that you get to bed," she said, turning to face him. She went up on her tiptoes and kissed him. "Let me get into my pajamas and I'll be there shortly."

"Are you sure those are necessary at the moment?" he asked, a gleam in his eye. "I believe we have Fleur and Bill to catch up to, and if we're going to have our own Quidditch team, best get started." Iris laughed as he suddenly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom.

"Oliver William Wood, I will not be blamed if you are tired and sluggish at tomorrow's game!" she shrieked in between bouts of giggles.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I fully intend to take all the blame."