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Disclaimer: Unfortunatly only the plot, Ellie, and a few minor characters belong to me.

Ellie stood in front of the full length mirror and glared at her reflection. Her reflection was wearing a beautiful silvery white wedding dress. She turned slightly and examined her reflection from the side.

"Does this dress make my butt look bigger?" She asked a sulking Draco.

"Yes," he answered without even looking at her. She couldn't help but grin. At that moment, however, Narcissa Malfoy returned to the dressing room with a load of wedding dresses in her arms and Ellie felt her face fall.

The three of them had been shopping literally all day. Ellie had tried on nearly fifty dresses, and Draco had managed to find excuses to only actually look at about five of them.

"I'm sure that one of these is bound to be the one," Narcissa said as she hung them in the dressing room, "One of these has to be the perfect wedding dress for you."

"Honestly, mum, I think she's tried on every dress on this side of England," Draco said into his magazine, "Perhaps we should call it quits." Narcissa scowled slightly as she undid the corset on the back of Ellie's dress. Narcissa was still somewhat upset over the fact that Draco was to be married in exactly one summer's time, but the idea of having a daughter and shopping partner made her incredibly excited.

"I promise, this will be the last store, Draco," Narcissa said. She pulled Ellie into the dressing room again and had her in another dress before you can say 'wedding cake'.

This one was particularly puffy. Ellie grinned at Draco.

"Hmm, what about this one?" Ellie asked him. Draco looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"You look disgusting," He said before turning back to his magazine.

"Wow, Draco, your surplus of charm is absolutely astounding," Ellie said as she turned in front of the mirror. He was right, of course. No one in their right mind would choose this for their wedding dress.

"Draco," Narcissa said testily, "Would you make yourself useful and go up front and ask someone if we can use a veil. I want to see this one with a veil on." Draco put down his magazine and disappeared with a huff. As he exited the room, Ellie got the odd sensation she sometimes got in her stomach whenever he left the room. It wasn't quite painful, but it was certainly irritating. The sensation was so irritating, in fact, that Draco had transfigured his large bed into two twin beds so they could sleep in the same room.

Draco stood in the front of the store looking at the large display of wedding veils and wondered which one to chose. He closed his eyes and grabbed the first one he touched before turning back to the dressing room.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark haired girl glaring at him through the window.

"Pansy!" He called happily as he motioned for her to enter the shop.

"So the rumors are true?" She asked coldly as she entered the shop. Draco looked down at the veil he still had in his hands.

"That depends on what rumors you've been hearing," he admitted softly. He couldn't help but be embarrassed by the situation. Not to mention, Pansy had always been a good friend to him even if she was very annoying, so seeing her act so coldly towards him made him slightly uncomfortable.

"People have been talking about you, Draco," Pansy lowered her voice and glanced around the shop for any eavesdroppers. "They say that you've proposed to some girl you hardly know. And they say that the girl is a Bardot." Draco felt somewhat relieved at the fact that Pansy didn't know that his crazy Nana had put a curse on him.

"Pans, it's not like I want to marry her. I've sort of got my arms tied right now. It's a family issue, if you know what I mean," Draco said.

"But honestly, Draco," Pansy whispered, "Why would your family want you to marry a Bardot?"

"What's so wrong with them? They're supposed to be old family friends of my Nana's." Pansy's eyes widened in the way Draco recognized. She was about to spill a juicy secret.

"I can't believe you don't know this, Draco," She said excitedly, "A couple years back, the Bardot's had another daughter who was supposed to be married to some Bulgarian pure-blood. Now, I don't know the whole story, but apparently it was quite a scandal. My cousin attended Beauxbaton with her and she said that the Bardot refused to marry the Bulgarian because she was in love with a mudblood or half-breed or something. Then either they killed her or disowned her or something. I'm surprised anyone wants to marry the other sister." Draco stared at her. Now it made sense to him why Ellie's grandmother would want to betroth her to make sure she didn't run off.

"Thanks, Pansy," Draco said earnestly, "Hopefully that information will get my Nana off my back so I don't have to get married." Pansy kissed his cheek happily.

"Anything to help you, Draco," She said sweetly as she left the shop.

With that Draco turned back to the dressing room with the veil in hand.

"Honestly, Draco," Narcissa said as he entered, "It took you too long. We've finished trying on dresses. We're ready to go get some dinner now."

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Dinner had been a somewhat awkward affair as Draco had tried several times to bring up Ellie's family and Ellie had kept tight lipped about the whole scandal. So, as night fell and Draco watched Ellie prepare for bed, he decided to be straight forward with the issue.

"I saw an old friend of mine today when we were dress shopping," He said as he watched Ellie seal a letter and give it to his eagle owl.

"That's great, Draco," Ellie said emotionlessly.

"She told me something interesting, so you're right, it was great." Ellie didn't even turn to look at him as he talked. "She told me something about your family." Ellie turned slightly. Draco smiled coldly, knowing that he had caught her attention.

"My friend told me that you have a sister." Ellie looked at him coldly.

"Your friend doesn't know anything," She said as she turned away from him again.

"No, I think my friend did know something. She said your sister ran off with a mudblood instead of getting married, so your family disowned her." Draco watched Ellie's body stiffen.

"No," Ellie whispered harshly, "You misunderstood me. Your friend thinks I have a sister. She is wrong, I had a sister. She was under the same curse we're under, and she tried to escape it so she could run off with someone else."

"So what happened," Draco said trying to seem uninterested, "Your family disowned her?" Ellie shook her head.

"No," her voice was lower than a whisper now, "She killed herself."

An interesting turn of events? Anyway, Comments and Criticism are both greatly appreciated. So, let me know what you think (even if you hate it).