The second of the set. J.K. Rowling owns.

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March 2002

It just wasn't right.

Ginny stood in front of the mirror, looking appraisingly at her reflection. The dress was beautiful, there was no denying that. The skirt was floor length and enormous, made of chiffon. The waist was silk, corseted, embroidered with tiny flowers. The neckline was heart shaped, adorned with lace, and it was sleeveless. It was extravagant and showy.

It belonged on a princess, not on her.

"Ginny, sweetheart, you look beautiful!" her mother crooned, stroking her shoulder.

"I agree, you look most charming"! Fleur said.

Ginny looked at Hermione, whose eyebrows were slightly raised.

"What do you think?" Ginny asked her.

"The dress is... beautiful, but..." Hermione replied. Ginny could tell that Hermione agreed with her. It looked good, but it just wasn't her.

"I don't think it's the right one, Mum," Ginny said.

"What are you talking about? You look lovely?"

"It just isn't... right," Ginny moaned. For goodness sake she could hardly breathe.

"Ginny, sweetheart," her mother said, with the tone of voice that Ginny had heard many times before, the tone that meant any argument was invalid. "This is the most important day of your life. You need it to be perfect."

"I know! But this is my wedding, mum!"

"Not to mention," Fleur chimed in, "'alf zee wizarding world will be watching. You are famous! And 'arry is famous! Zis will be in all zee magazines! You must look perfect!"

"But I don't want..."

"Trust me," her mother said. "You look lovely."

"But I don''t feel lovely!" Ginny cried. "I feel like a doll! This dress isn't me, can't you see that? I'm not a ruffles and lace and embroidered flowers type of girl, I grew up with six brothers! I can't wear this!"

"But, dear-"

"Look Mum. This is my wedding. Mine. And I'm going to do things my way. I asked you here for your advice, and your advice only, do you understand? I will have the final say on my own wedding arrangements, because I know what Harry wants. And I know what I want. And I don't want to sound spoiled, but that's the truth."

Her mother looked at her. "Ok," she said."

And I know-hang on, what?"

"Ok," her mother repeated. "You're right. You're not a kid any more. I've been trying to arrange this for you. But it's your special day."

"Thank you," Ginny said. "Now, get me out of this dress."

They left the exceedingly posh and extravagant boutique in which they had been shopping, and continued to look around London. After trying several more shops on Fleur's recommendation, and still not drawn by anything, Hermione spotted a little shop, down a side street. It was called Magic Moments. Ginny grinned and led the group into the shop.

She browsed through the dresses, until she reached the last one, tucked away at the end of a rail. She pulled it out.

It was simple, clean-cut and elegant. The material was satin, which felt smooth and soft. It was strapless, the neckline straight. The skirt flowed elegantly to the ground, with just the slightest hint of a train. The waist was accented by a barely-there trail of lace flowers. Somehow, Ginny didn't mind so much on this dress.

"I've found it," she whispered. The shop assistant allowed her to try it on. Ginny left the changing room and stood in front of the full length mirror. The simple style flattered her athletic figure, and gave her shape. She looked at her reflection. This was the dress. Simple, elegant, classy. It wasn't too fussy, or complicated.

It was perfect.

"You look lovely, dear," her mother said.

"I think this is the one," Ginny whispered.

Her mother had tears in her eyes. "If you feel that way," she said, smiling. "It looks beautiful."

Hermione handled the transaction, the Weasley women not being so confident with muggle money. Ginny left the shop carrying her purchase proudly.

"I'd like Hermione and Luna to be bridesmaids, and Victoire can be flower girl. And I'd like them to be wearing blue dresses, is that all right, Hermione?"

"That's perfect," Hermione replied.

"Most bridesmaids wear pink," her mother said.

"My day. I know Hermione likes blue, and so does Luna, and Victoire will look lovely no matter what colour she wears."

"Fair enough," her mother replied.

Ginny caught sight of the bag in her hand, and her stomach flipped slightly. None of the preparations could eclipse the excitement for what lay beyond the wedding day.

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Happy November to you all! Here's a cheerful, fluffy little break for you!

Thanks for all the reviews and favourites! I apologise for not updating very regularly!

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