Chapter 30: Secrets and Wedding Dresses
A/N: Disclaimer in first few chapters!
Hermione woke up beside Draco on her couch in her now pristine flat. Slipping out from his hold on her, the brunette gazed around the room, silently praising her fiance's wand work. Quickly glancing at the clock on the wall, she cursed under her breath, realizing she was twenty minutes late for her wedding dress picking. Ginny was going to kill her! She had been one of the first Weaselys to accept Hermione's relationship with Draco and in turn had revealed her secret relationship with Blaise Zabini that had been going on for over a year. And now, the youngest of the Weasely children had made her promise that she would get to pick her wedding dress and in return Hermione would pick hers when the time came.
So now, at 20 past ten in the morning, Hermione Granger was running around her flat in a mad rush to get ready. Brushing her teeth with one hand, she brushed her hair with other, quickly whipping it up into a bun with her wand. Grabbing her coat, she stopped to quickly scribble a note to Draco and pecking him on the forehead, she left her flat.
Apparating to Diagon Alley, she nearly ran into the bridal shop called, ironically enough, 'A White Wedding'. Ginny was standing there, impatiently tapping her foot while getting quite red in the face. Narcissa was there and so was her own mother, who kept muttering "cold feet, she has them I tell you."
"I don't have any cold feet, Mom!" Hermione chirped, smiling as Jean Granger jumped out of her skin, that smile turning into a grimace as her red haired best friend gripped her arm in a vice like grip.
"You are trying on those dresses now!" she hissed, shoving her non too gently towards two females standing at the entrance to the dressing rooms with a train of about 50 or more white traditional wedding dresses floating in the air behind them.
"Good morning, Miss Granger! I'm Angela and this Tina!" the bubbly, curvy blonde grinned, quickly looking her up and down in an assessing way that made her uncomfortable.
"Please, call me Hermione," she greeted, holding her hand out to shake both of theirs.
"Alright then, Hermione!" Tina spoke for the first time. She was a short, spunky girl with black spiky hair and a Gothic taste in clothes. "let's get you sorted for your big day! We are just going to let you through each of these 52 dresses and pick your favourites and you can try them on after. Sound good?"
"Sounds brilliant!" the brightest witch of her age sighed in relief.
In about five minutes, Hermione had shortened the amount of dresses down to 10. The two women were actually quite impressed by her taste which very rarely happened for Hermione because she wasn't very good at staying up with the fashion and when she did go clothes shopping, she didn't pick the 'in' thing.
"Right!" Angela claps her hands together while Tina ushers her into one of the dressing cubicles. She could hear the murmur of voices outside the door and knew that her audience was gathering. Slipping into the first dress, she could already feel that the particular cut didn't suit her figure.
"I already don't like this one so I am just going to move onto the next!" she called out to the people behind the closed door.
Putting this dress on over her head, she felt it getting quite tight. She eventually got it on and went out to show everybody. Their facial reactions told her everything so she spun on her heel and reentered the dressing room to try on the next dress. The following five dresses all received negative responses from her audience but when she came out with the eighth one on, they were speechless. Her mother started crying, Ginny was nodding her head so much that Hermione was afraid that it would fall off while Narcissa was frantically trying to blink away the tears. The dress was a simple white floaty thing that fell straight down, not really hugging any of her curves except her waist. It was simple, exactly what she want. Now all she needed was a simple hair do, a nice pair of white flats and a few bits of jewelry.
By two o'clock that afternoon, the witch had purchased a Pandora braclet and a few charms to go with it, she had got a perfect pair of white flats and a silver chained necklace that held her birthstone.
Heading home she received a message on her mobile and turning it on, she read it quickly.
We need you tonight.
Hermione's dress.
Her necklace.
And her shoes!
A/N: I'm so sorry about the long wait it's just that everything has been up and air at the moment. I can make a promise to you. I will post either every Wednesday or Saturday, either on Smile or this story...or maybe I might cook up another story. But I have high hopes for this story and I hope you guys are too disappointed in me but life just got in the way. Goodnight y'all!