A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing club September:

Assorted Appreciation: 16 - River Song - Write about someone who keeps their true identity a secret. Alt - Dialogue: "Hello, sweetie."

Film Festival: 8 -(color) purple

Marvel Appreciation: 2- Write about someone standing up to a bully/bullies

September monthly – build a bear

Clothe Your Bear: Rainbow Unicorn Pyjamas – Yellow

Word Count: 322

"I hate it," Ginny sobbed sinking to her knees on the tiled floor.

"What do you hate?"

"Everything!" she sobbed. "They don't even go together."

"Hello, sweetie, welcome to real world. Things don't always work together. Here, dry your eyes." Ginny took the offered tissue and blew her nose in a very unladylike fashion. "Now, about this wedding, I don't even know why Draco is going through with this, especially with your...condition. Most likely that's the only reason he even agreed to this in first place."

"Because we love each other," Ginny stated between sobs. She slowly climbed back to her feet. "And if all you're going to do is judge us, you can leave. I'll plan this whole thing myself!"

"You? Plan a wedding, especially one involving a Malfoy?" Ginny almost smiled at the shocked look on Narcissa's face.

"Then quit judging me, picking the tackiest colors you could think of, and nixing every single idea I have come up with. Making my wedding, our wedding, a nightmare is not going to keep me from marrying Draco. If you honestly think that, then you don't know me at all. All you see is my blood status, the fact my family is poor. You don't see me, you don't know me. I love Draco. He loves me." Narcissa's eyes traveled to Ginny's midsection. She placed a hand protectively over it.

"And don't think for a moment that I'm only marrying Draco because of the baby. He asked me to marry him nearly a year before I became pregnant. Either you accept the fact we're marrying for love or butt the bloody hell out of my wedding."

"Maybe... purple and yellow aren't the best colors for your wedding after all," Narcissa finally whispered. Ginny nodded slowly sitting back down at the dining room table and opening the wedding planning binder.

"It's a start," she admitted allowing Narcissa to sit across from her.