Prompts:

Hogwarts Challenges and Assignments:

Seasonal - Colours: milk white
Seasonal - Birthstones: diamond - "It's so...bright."

Monthly Challenges for All:

Spring Bingo
Space Address (Prompt): 2D (Sweet)

Word count: 984

Fleur ran her fingers along the milk white satin of the dress. She was mesmerized by it. While she'd had dreams of finding the perfect wedding dress, part of her hadn't believed she'd manage it. The one currently in her hands had come as a surprise, catching her eye just as she was about to give up on that particular shop.

"Is that the one?" her mother asked from behind her.

Fleur turned her head over her shoulder to find her mother and Gabrielle looking at her with smiles on their lips. They knew the answer to that with as much certainty as she did.

"I think so," Fleur said softly.

Her eyes roved over the dress again. She didn't want to look away. In the back of her mind, she heard her mother speaking with the shop owner in rapid French, but she didn't bother to process what was being said. The dress took up too much of her attention.

By the time she'd put it on not ten minutes later, she knew her initial feeling had been right. Tears pricked at her eyes as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. There wasn't a dress in existence that could have been as perfect as the one that had become hers.

Later that day, as she and Tonks were curled up together on the sofa, Fleur's mind was still on that wedding dress, safely stored away at her parents' house.

"I still think it's ridiculous that I can't see it until the wedding day," Tonks said, her lower lip sticking out in a pout.

Fleur took a sip of her tea before answering.

"It's tradition."

"Lots of ridiculous things are traditions," Tonks said with a scoff. "If I wanted to be 'traditional,'" she put air quotes around the word, "I'd be marrying a man for one."

Fleur rolled her eyes at the smirk Tonks sent her way, but she leaned over to kiss her fiancée on the lips all the same, patting her leg as she pulled away.

"I know you think white wedding dresses are a pointless thing, but this dress was beautiful, Tonks." She couldn't keep the dreamy tone from her voice as her mind wandered back to that dress and the way she had felt while wearing it. "Besides, I don't think it's ridiculous that I only want you to see me the day of. Sue me for wanting the entire crowd to see your reaction."

"I'll try to be sufficiently impressed," Tonks assured her in a flat voice, earning herself a pointed look in response.

"Remember," Fleur said, waving her pointer finger through the air, "I don't want to see what you're wearing either. I'd much rather wait until the day."

Tonks sighed and leant her head back to rest against the top of the sofa.

"Why?" she whined, not for the first time. "My outfit isn't going to be anything to write home about. I don't care about finding the perfect dress like you do. If it were entirely up to me, I'd be in a t-shirt and jeans through the whole thing. Something comfortable."

"Which is fine with me. I just don't want to see those t-shirt and jeans until the day."

Andromeda would never actually let Tonks wear such casual clothes, though Fleur really would have been fine with it. There was a rush of adrenaline in her stomach as she imagined her and Tonks' first sights of each other on the day of the wedding. She agreed with Tonks that many of the traditions surrounding weddings were outdated, to be generous in the characterization, but this was one she was invested in.

"Isn't it fun?" she asked, unable to stop herself from bobbing in her seat. "I keep trying to decide what colour your hair will be that day." Fleur ran her fingers through Tonks' currently purple hair. "But I can't decide. I think whatever colour you decide to go with will be perfect."

Tonks gave her a small smile.

"That's sweet," she said. "Too sweet. Don't convince me to show up to the wedding with my natural poop-brown hair."

Fleur shoved at her shoulder, but she was giggling.

"Regardless of what you think of it, I love your natural hair colour. I'd be more than happy to see it on our wedding day."

Tonks' smile softened. She took Fleur's left hand and began playing with the engagement ring on her finger, another one of those wedding traditions that Fleur hadn't escaped the thrall of. She'd been shocked when Tonks had given in and proposed with a diamond.

She watched Tonks play with it, turning her hand to make the light dance off the surface.

"It's so...bright," Tonks said quietly, something akin to reverence in her voice. "How do you wear this all day without getting distracted?"

"It's perfect," Fleur said. "And it'll be even more perfect once it's paired with the dress."

Tonks gave her another smile, lifting her hand to place a kiss on the back of it.

Fleur's heart raced in her chest as Tonks came into view. The suit she'd chosen to wear was a light pink that suited her chosen pastel purple hair perfectly. The best part was the look on Tonks' own face as she saw Fleur and the dress that had been hidden away for months. Despite Tonks' complaints, the look made the effort worth it in Fleur's eyes.

As soon as she reached her soon-to-be wife, Fleur gathered up her hands, using them to keep herself steady.

"Aren't you glad you didn't see me before the wedding?" Fleur whispered just loud enough for Tonks—and the minister she was ignoring—to hear.

Tonks let out a short, watery laugh but didn't otherwise answer the question. She squeezed Fleur's fingers, running her thumbs along the back of her hands, and that was enough of an answer for Fleur.