And It Shall Come
Chapter 3
Lips of an Angel.
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I was crazy, I knew it: the sales lady was probably thinking the same thing but was being nice and hiding it, she'd loose her sale—not that I was going to buy it! I mean it's completely natural to go into a bridal store and try on the dresses. I mean they were just there, in the window and I was walking by, who wouldn't be curious? Ravenclaw's are known for their thirst for knowledge; this is like…research, for when I get married.
I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror turning my head this way and that. I put my index finger along my jaw line and frowned; the sales lady took this as a chance to start talking about the other wonderful dresses they had. Get a clue would you?
"I need something less—"I look around the white walls and over to the mannequins with beautiful white dresses.
"white." I said after I finished looking.
"Never mind, that's not what I meant. It's just so hard to explain!" I said sadly.
"Well, Ms.–? "
"Chang," I supplied.
"Lovely, just lovely" a smile twisting its way onto her face. This is the time I really take in her appearance. Black pants suit, black vest, black shiny shoes—it was a bit creepy, her swallow cheek bones, shiny brown hair, held up by a red clip. What's up with that? Normally I wouldn't mind looking at someone in black; I dress in black once in a while but come on! The least she could do to look a little professional is wear the required uniform: black was just not her color, it made her look mad and gaunt.
"How about we try the back?" she asked as she held out her hand showing me the way. I shook my head in the negative.
"Sorry but I've spent too much time here already, my mother is waiting," I said as I made my way to the left and into a changing room. The whole building was quite large. The ceiling was what amazed me more than anything. Paintings of women in their gowns on their wedding days Kate, the sales lady, had mentioned that after "my wedding" I should send a picture of me and my husband.
I tried not to laugh as she told me this. I looked around the red and white changing room, too much white for one day. I slipped on my modest dark blue heels after slipping out of the wedding dress, the seventh one I had tried on today. Like all the others it was not what I was looking for—what am I looking for? This was just out of curiosity, nothing else. I just want to see what it's like to be a blushing bride.
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Cho slipped on her red mid thigh skirt and her button down black blouse. She grabbed her small purse and slung it over her shoulder then began to put the dress into its proper clear bag and walked into the main lobby. She was met with a room of red, bushy brown, blond and messy black hair.
Oh, shit Cho thought as she came to a halt and quickly turned around hiding her face to the people she knew she didn't want to see.
"Come on Ginny!" a voice she recognized as Ron's yelled.
"I'm coming! Be patience you prat!" was his reply.
She was slowly moving away, hiding her back with the wedding dress when:
"Ms! Excuse me but could you help us?" a stern yet polite voice asked as a hand tapped her shoulder. She had to think fast, where was Kate?
"I'm sorry but I don't work here," Cho said finally, aware many eyes were on her. Cho turned around and smiled at Mrs. Weasley, bowing to show respect she straightened herself and waited. First to come was shock then that annoyingly fake smile people seem to be wearing when ever she was around. What did I do to you? Cho thought angrily, though now showing it.
She turned to everyone behind Mrs. Weasley, smiled, waved and brings the dress closer to her chest, trying to hide it: she knew the action was useless even before she did it. Why would any girl be in a bridal shop? Cho continued to smile but when it became apparent they were still shocked she cleared her throat in a very umbridge like way and smiled brighter as the teenagers began to check behind them.
"I don't mean to be rude but what brings all of you here, Harry and Ginny finally tying the knot?" Cho said to wake the two Adults, her words were meant with laughs and a glare from Ron. Cho mentally shrugged it off, like she wanted that to happen! The blonde stepped forward and held out her hand.
"My nom est Fleur," oh, that's right. Cho hadn't recognized her, her hair still straight, eyes still blue, what was she missing, that superior attitude that had bugged the hell out of Cho. Cho smiled at the greeting and shook her hand. When did I become so counterfeit?
"It's nice to see you again, Fleur. I must be going now," Cho let her hand drop and she took a step toward the door when Harry's voice stopped her.
"Aren't you going to pay for the dress?" he stood next to Ginny, tall and head held high, handsome as ever, green eyes dulled. As Cho took him in she felt her heart beat rise, her lips dry and she had the impression that he wasn't happy with her. What did I do now? I stayed away from the room! She thought bitterly to herself.
Cho shook her head in the negative and went to a near by rack and was going to leave when Kate finally came to do her job, she had four more dresses with her. Cho sighed as she passed the Weasley's without a glance and went straight to me.
"Ms. Chang! There you are. I've found four more fabulous dresses, all in different styles I know you will love. I was thinking you could try—"she was cut of by Cho.
"I told you Kate, I'm leaving, I may come back tomorrow but theses lovely people are here and—need your service," Cho said somewhat unkindly, Kate was bluntly ignoring the Weasley's and they were too—kind to speak up against her. Cho looked over at them and saw Fleur, her eyes darkening in anger. Cho smiled and continued on her way.
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Fleur's voice stopped me, why can't they see how much I want to leave? I don't want to stick around and have a pleasant chat while they find Fleur a perfect dress for her wedding. I turn and look to her.
"Yes?" I asked trying to keep the impatience out of my voice. She smiled and looked around at the Weasley's: we all knew what was coming.
"Who is it you are marrying?" I stare for moments until my heart beat increases and my face turns red. What do I say?
'I'm not getting married; I just like to play dress up' certainly not. I think back to the last time I've ever lied, besides the date last week. I think I was fifteen, I had forgotten to do my homework so I told kind Mr. Flitwick that my mama had taken sick and I was too worried about her welfare to concentrate on school work; I got out of doing homework for a week, I also prayed for Mama's safety for a few weeks.
"Well, I'm not getting married—"at their shocked looks I smiled, a plan coming into my head.
"My mama is very old fashion and very few years she takes me shopping for a wedding dressing and then we go walking around the house in our dresses while we take turns takes pictures. It's all silly fun," I say with a giggle. I waited for them to say something, waited for them to say they believed my lie so I could leave.
"Mum, why don't we every do that?" Ginny asked excitedly, I turned my eyes onto her and felt jealousy swell in my belly. How dare she steal my fake tradition? Little stealer, isn't anything sacred? First Harry now my tradition, bitch.
I ignored the fact that I just called her a bitch, in my eyes she is but I'll have to stop abusing people in my head, it's not healthy. No, what's healthy is to keep all my feelings bottled up in side. I could have rolled my eyes at the thought. Still, she is a bitch.
"Well, I have to go—"
"Where is you're mother?" oh my god! SHUT THE FUCK UP! Why won't you let me leave I asked myself as I looked at Mrs. Weasley who awaited an answer.
"She's sick, I came by my self today but I could not find anything that interested me," a half lie, not bad.
"Well, you should join us, a female would be welcomed," Fleur said with a smile, I was being to question who this girl was. I shook my head, boy I was getting dizzy.
"My mother is waiting to have tea, I haven't seen her in almost two months," Fleur grabbed my hand and drug me deeper into the store.
"Nonsense, this will not take long," and we proceeded to walk through the whole store, the rest of the Weasley's following us at a slower pace. I heard Ginny giggle, my fists tightened and my teeth clenched in an unhealthy fashion: Fleur wiggled her hand free.
"Jealous?" she asked slyly. I glared at her for moment.
"There's nothing to be jealous of," and folded my arms. I stopped at a tall dark skinned mannequin and smiled the first dress to be picked up.
"Kate! This one!" and we walked on after Fleur nodded her approval. Fleur and I continue, no words necessary fashion was our guide and for once I was going to come out on top. Wow, I'm so completive. We walked on, grabbing anything that stood out and handing it to Kate who had gotten out a cart.
Forty six, we found forty six dresses and we were about to try them all on. I was in the zone. I sent Kate away and took out my wand and silently conjured a muggle camera, pictures are worth a thousand words. Fleur went into a changing room and closed the curtains, we waited. Finally she came out and I started snapping away, well, the camera was snapping it's self I was just holding it incase Kate came back.
Fleur did this about twenty times before I ran out of film. I sighed and sat down on one of the many big squashy red cushions in the room and heard Harry's voice next to me, I blushed at his words and then my face turned sour.
"You're so beautiful, shiny blue eyes, red hair, you look perfect," so obvious who he was speaking to.
"Good job Cho, you sure came prepared, the camera and everything," Hermione said from the cushion to my right. I smiled.
"my mama and I would do this, doesn't matter who's on the film, Fleur only has one more dress to put on," Hermione looked at me confused.
"You took about forty dresses, fleur couldn't have modeled them all," I nodded my head.
"The rule is to only try on, at the most twenty one dresses per day. I know crazy right?"
"Who wrote—"
"It's unwritten, twenty one is a very lucky number, and also seven," I feel Harry stiffen next to me.
"You okay Harry?" I asked and could not help the helplessness from flowing through my voice.
"Yea, I'm fine: chilly is all," I nodded and turned as Fleur came out.
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Lucky number seven, how weird. Who ever thought that up any way? When Cho had said that I had frozen, Horcrux. The Horcux that Voldemort had created, making me fear for Ginny's safety, and then I had to do the most difficult thing I had to do: break up with her. But no matter if had broken up with her, I still had feelings for her, she knew, Hermione knew it, I think even Ron knows it. That's why I couldn't help but tell Ginny how pretty she was a few moments ago.
Meeting Cho Chang in a bridal shop was not the most pleasing thing to have happen to me because sometimes I can still feel the heat of her hands in mine. I kept berating myself for holding her hand, it started all of this and seeing her only made the feelings go a bit deeper, though I haven't a clue what theses feelings are.
Seeing her with a wedding dress in her hand gave me a sick feeling in my stomach, almost like having a few needles stuck in my skin many times just to see if I could feel them. A strange sense of relief had gone through me as she gave her explanation for being here, making me think 'it's a small world'.
Every one in a while I'd look at her while she helped Fleur, she was so focused I knew she wouldn't notice, unlike Ginny who catches me looking at her when ever I do. Cho's hair was in a high pony tail, framing her face nicely, her skirt showed her toned legs—I kept catching myself staring at her legs a lot—and her shirt was pretty cute.
I could almost sigh in frustration, too many emotions, good news; my birthdays coming up! Not, the day I become a legal wizard is the day I start my search for the other Horcuxs, the cup, the locket, the Diary, something of Ravenclaw's, and something of Gryffindor's…and hopefully Voldemort himself.
One go0od thing will come from me turning of age, no more Dursley's. Oh, happy day. Although I should probably warn them that Voldemort may try to come and kill them as soon as I'm of age, I should. They may not have been the perfect family but they we're family, and like I would do for Ron and Hermione I'll tell them, better sooner than later.
I looked up as Fleur came out, strutting and looking glamorous as she always does and was not shocked that she looked absolutely perfect. They had both picked out wonderful dresses, too bad it had taken about two hours, Ron had complained all through the day saying he was hungry, he was tried, he was a growing boy that needed food and he kept going until Hermione slapped him and walked away in a huff mumbling about stupid prats.
She and Ginny had been very upset when Fleur had invited Cho along, and even more upset when she made her "a female would be welcomed" comment. They had been insulted and no girl liked that, or at least that's the impression I got. After that they both tried to help fleur and were continually out done by Cho, they hated coming here but still acted as if they were having the time of they're lives: girls could be so fickle sometimes, I'll never tell them that but they can be.
I looked around bored out of my mind, lucky Bill, he got to miss this, well he had no choice for two reasons: his face would scare a lot of people and would cause a lot of questions and the other being he was the guy getting married, he wasn't allowed to see the dress, that's messed up! I don't like shopping! I want to be childish and stomp my feet but I don't, instead I look to my right and stare at Cho for a while: no one would notice, they were all too busy staring at fleur, I had to admit, the girls had good taste, I'd never say it but I can think it.
I need to leave this room, fast. I stood and said "I need to use the rest room, be back soon." And was about to leave when Cho stood and said "I'll show you where it is, it's very confusing system they have here," and walked a head of me. Shoot. I should have expected that.
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Wow, that had to have been the best thing to ever happen to me. We kissed, not so surprising, well, maybe a little. I don't know what made me do it, he was standing their and I moved closer, half listening to him talk about how he needed out of the room, he had no intension of going to the bath room. I stood beside him and moved closer until my breath was on his ear, I've never been that forward before. It shocked him to say the least.
He turned to me and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me to him, my arms made their way around his neck and we stood like that for a while, we didn't really do any thing, just stood in an embrace that would be hard to explain if anyone saw us, which they won't unless they are trying really hard; we had hid in the sewing room.
We had the strangest conversation and I liked it. I apologized for yelling at him in his fifth when it hadn't been his fault and I thanked him for telling about the room of requirements. He nodded, and I felt very awkward but I didn't want to let him go, I've never wanted to hold onto something so badly.
"I lied," I said to Harry.
"About what?" he asked slightly interested.
"I'm not here for my mother; I'm here for myself," I said and put my head on his shoulder, he took his hands off my hips but I stopped him and put them back.
"I came into the store because I had been walking and thought 'what the hell' and tried on some dresses, don't tell," I said, my finger on his lips, I felt his tongue slowly caress my finger, he opened his mouth and my finger went all the way in, he continued to nibble on the edge of my pointer finger while my head stayed on his shoulder.
"That's okay, I'm sure a lot of people have done that," he said with giggles in his voice. I smiled.
"That's what I said to myself but it was just so embarrassing!" I giggled out.
"I understand, I won't tell," I looked up.
"Promise?" I asked and leaned forward, he was about three inches taller than me.
"Promise," and our lips connected, our first real kiss together, it was wonderful. Most people feel something in a kiss, some kind of passion, some relief of some kind but I felt content, just content. It was weird, the way we kissed, our eyes still opened—though I was tempted to close them—lips parted, our tongue battling a slow battle.
His tongue teased mine, slowly and softly until I didn't know what to expect. I played with the ends of his hairs and smiled as I tickled the back of his neck; he stiffened and narrowed his eyes. I rolled mine and traced the top row of his teeth with my tongue. He took my upper lip and nibbled slowly, I did the same to his bottom lips and his hand went under my neck, bring my head closer, and allowing me to feel more content than ever.
Reluctantly I broke the kiss, I really didn't want to but I knew he would beat himself up over this after a while, he always did. I continued to hold him and he too held me.
"Why didn't we ever work out?" I asked, almost wishing he would kiss me again and we'd fly out of the bridal shop together, the sort of thing Superman would do.
"I don't know. It was—complicated, just like my life. You were my first real crush and my first heartbreak," he said into my ear.
"'You always hurt the one you love' my Mama says that," we stood in silence for a while and I asked a question I've thought about for a while.
"Would our babies be cuter with brown eyes, green or a mix of green and brown?" he thought about it for a moment and said.
"Green, we all know my eyes are prettier than yours," he then batted his eyelashes a few times, making me laugh.
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Hello dudes and girl dudes! How was that chapter? You like it? I've been working on it for a few days; I got inspired reading my own work, how great am I? I constantly inspire myself. Joking, but I got the idea from reading the last chapter of this story. Sorry to say that updates may be a little slower now, I'm grounded indefinitely!
My friend Sarah and I did something very stupid so now we aren't allowed to go to a dance, which was yesterday and we are suspended form school on Tuesday, Monday being a Jewish holiday. We skipped school, the school found out, told our parents and all we did when they told us they knew we skipped was lie. And laugh, a lot. The school suspended us on the same day, retards. Laugh out loud, I'm only allowed on the computer on the weekends.
Really sorry, when I can stop laughing about being suspended, loosing my phone and all my free time after school I'll write. Although my Aunt thinks I'm messed up emotionally and wants me to talk to her, no, not going to happen. I told her I want a therapist and she said she'd look into it. So If I get a therapist I'll tell you guys how that go. Again, realz sorry.
Finished: October 1, 2006