AN:: lol... next chapter! at last! this is dedicated to Paris, and all of my DFSR mates who went with... and to Lola, for being my beta... and all of my revievers and alert peoples...

Pink

"No."

"Come on, Lily; it looks cute. Plus, it doesn't clash with your hair, because it will still be dyed for my wedding." Rose reached up and fingered a long curly strand of her cousin's newly raven-coloured hair.

"No." Lily pouted slightly and pulled away from the hand. She was standing on a pedestal in the middle of Madame Watkin's Bridal Boutique, her arms crossed over her chest and hazel eyes glaring heatedly at the red-head beside her.

"Lily…" Rose pleaded in exasperation as she smoothed down the frilly hem of the bridesmaid's dress that the other woman was trying on. "Why won't you wear it? For me, your favouritest cousin, at least!" Lily wrenched the skirt from Rose's grasp and her glare intensified.

"I said no, Rose. Isn't it enough that I agreed to do this for you? I will not wear this… this… Monstrosity!" She almost shrieked the last word.

"It is not a "monstrosity", it's a dress." Rose explained patiently to the seething female who, though she was standing on a pedestal, was only an inch or so taller.

"It's pink." She said the last word like it was poison. Rose nodded absentmindedly as she held up two swaths of light pink lace to the material.

"Yes. Pale Sugar Frosting Pink. It's in fashion now. They're all wearing it in Parisian weddings."

"Rose." Rose looked up in a bored fashion. "We. Are. Not. In. Paris!"

"I know." Rose kept up the calm façade as Lily continued to seethe. "But I want my wedding to be beautiful and stylish. You should see some of the gowns Mum and Gran tried to make me pick out. I mean; pale green just isn't in this season." She said the last bit mainly to herself, but knew that Lily would be raging more now. She looked up into her cousin's eyes. "Plus, you know I'd do the same for you." She pulled a hopeless, pleading face; puppy dog eyes and all. Lily's rage hit a high and she began a small rant.

"I would never make you wear pink. In fact, if I ever get married," She said with a pointed accentuation on the "if" as she looked across the room. "allpink will not be allowed entrance. Anyone wearing even the tiniest bit will be not allowed in or I will have a fit."

"I can tell…" Rose muttered under her breath.

"It's not that bad Love." Both women looked to where Scorpius stood on his own pedestal to the left of them, the dress maker pinning up the hem of his robes to a more comfortable length, and Varian Zabini, Rose's fiancé, sat on a stool near-by to the blonde while smirking at the bickering women. Lily raised an eyebrow at him. "You look cute." Lily's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Cute?" Anevilly nice smile appeared on her lips

"Cute." Scorpius confirmed as he gave her a lopsided, adoring smile. The smile left Lily's face as she gathered the multitude of fabric that was her dress skirts and, ignoring Roses' half-assed protests, jumped down from the stool. She stalked over to her long-time boyfriend and glared up at him (up at him thanks to the fact that with the stool he was almost two feet taller than her).

"I. Am. Not. Cute!" sheyelled at his face. The dress-maker kneeling by his legs hurriedly moved away. With one last glare at Rose, she bustled away with a rustling of taffeta and into the back dressing room.

Rose looked across at Scorpius, where he stood smirking to himself, and tried to hold back her laughter.

"Pale Sugar Powder Pink?" heasked her.

"It was all I could come up with at the time. Did you see her face contort at the name alone?" Varian had his head in his hands as he tried not to snigger too loudly. "Keep your money. Her reaction was good enough." Scorpius' smirk deepened as he shook his head.

"Nah, I consider it ten Galleons well spent." They both sniggered as Varian let out a snort into the fabric of his robe, all trying not to alert Lily and evoke her certain wrath. "So, when are you going to tell her the real dress is already at your apartment?"'