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Chapter 50

Ky's POV

"Why are you measuring the size of my nipples?"

"I can't do zis eizer!"

The measuring tape fell to the ground like an unravelling snake and the redhead walked off complaining in French the whole time. I could see Mi glaring at me from her position a few feet away on my right, her hands outstretched at her sides as a measuring tape floated about her. I shrugged innocently in response, the action feeling somewhat foreign in my partially undressed state.

"It's so we know where to thicken the fabric to avoid a faux pas, considering your dress has not been designed for a brazier to accompany it."

I looked forward as a petite woman with shiny black hair that framed her chin replaced the redhead assistant. She looked up at me momentarily with a small smile underneath her brown eyes, "Cold? Or are you just happy to see me?"

I chuckled as Ginny raised her brows at the woman's less than proper comment. Ginny's assistant snapped that she should look forward and she did so with an annoyed gleam in her eye, she might also be here against her will but she wasn't as vociferous about it as I was, choosing silence as her weapon of protest.

I watched as the assistant zipped up her dress, it fit quite spectacularly, the hugging knee length gold material somehow made her frame look longer and more feminine. Not that she needed it; her waist was tiny with hips to match, with toned arms befitting a quidditch player.

On Ginny's other side stood Gabrielle, already clad in a flowing gold frock, currently engrossed by Tonk's who was changing her hair colour in Mrs Weasley's mirror so her assistant would know which shade of red would suit her best. The brunette assistant stopped scratching at her parchment when she felt my eyes on her, glancing up annoyed.

"Aidriana does not seem to be a fan of yours. Please turn. I can't seem to understand why though, you're a designers dream."

I laughed at the lady, catching her mature face as I turned and the tape slithered across my bare back, she looked to be around Mrs Weasley's age but there was evident care and consideration in her skin that made her seem young enough to pass as Agnes' older sister. "Of course I am biased, being of Italian heritage myself. Then again so is Aid. What did you ask her that affronted her so?"

I smiled to myself as Mi turned around in front of one of the very many Mirrors magicked in here, she looked doubtfully in at her reflection and I could see her analysing the amount of thigh the pink dress was showing whilst biting her lip.

The lady turned me around, back to facing the mirror as she gracefully raised her wand to the pile of dresses on Mr and Mrs Weasley's bed. Crookshanks had been chased from the very pile multiple times since the dressmakers arrived, fascinated by the material like a ball of yarn. As if being summoned by my very thoughts he skulked in, aiming for the pile of fabric, ready to pounce but before he could crouch his little hind legs any further Mary shooed him out of the room. She, Minnie and Mrs Weasley just re-entered, having already finished their fitting much earlier.

"I asked her why the left breast is usually bigger than the right?" I smirked as the lady distracted me from my thoughts; the previous assistant had shot such a reproachful look at me at the question I thought she might have been wandlessly trying to set me alight, I was interested to see how this lady would react.

The lady shrugged, her wand floating across the dress she held in her hands with a small smile on her red lips, they was something so genteel about her, like she was some famous actress or something in her day, maybe a model. "Well, is your boyfriend right handed?"

I frowned slightly as her brown eyes were engaged with the material, "Yeah he is, but...ohhh!" I laughed, turning around to Mi, "Mi! Is Teddy right handed?"

My best friend looked away from the white heels she was scrutinizing and frowned, glancing left and right to make sure nobody had heard my question, "No... He's left-handed... why?"

I laughed, "Her right boob is totally bigger than her left! Hey Ginny is..."

My voice trailed off... wow... after managing a whole week ensuring my relationship with Harry remain secret, mostly because I wasn't ready for everyone's reactions and opinions and partially because Harry and Ginny only broke up a few weeks ago... Not that us deciding to get back together was wrong, I just wouldn't flaunt it in her face like she flaunted it in mine. I was the bigger person... plus it didn't help matters that this was her house and I am sure the last thing she wanted was her ex and his current girlfriend living here. Godric, why did I let Harry talk me into staying at the Burrow over the Easter holidays! I schooled my features and looked away from her sharp brown eyes as if I was never about to ask her if MY boyfriend was right-handed. What in Godric's fucking name is wrong with me.

I let the assistant push the dress over my head as I glanced at Ginny as a thought crossed my mind at the implication that the assistant made. Harry and I never broached the subject... how far did they go? He couldn't have had sex with her, right? I glanced at her gold clad ass, wasn't there supposed to be some way of knowing by sight? I swallowed... no... he wouldn't. She wouldn't... the wind picked up her ginger hair and fanned it across her bare back... suddenly the ginger strands were tied up within thin fingers as she leaned into Harry, his right hand on her left-

There were multiple squeals and the sound of shattering glass as my mirror exploded. I took a staggered step back, completely unharmed as the pieces fell to the floor after hitting an invisible barrier line that must have been erected by the assistant.

"Ky-"

"Sorry, I really should watch where I point this thing?" The assistant laughed as she gestured to her wand, shooing a concerned Nessie back to her place at the other side of the room.

I smoothed out the dress over my thighs, taking a deep breath trying to ignore Mi's worried calling in the reflection of the mirror which was replaced by the assistant.

My throat still felt clammed up, it was like I was having some sort of allergic reaction to the prospect of Ginny and Harry being together. Physically. Which is ridiculous. I wasn't jealous. I glanced as Ginny slipped into the black heels, Harry may have been with her but he loves me. He had voiced the sentiment multiple times over the past few days.

Yet why date her in the first place?

"Miss Thornton, there is only so many times that I can claim to mistakenly aim my wand at the mirror. Please, calm down." She ran her wand over the side of my waist and I felt the material grow tighter as I took a deep breath, trying to heed her words.

"Sorry."

She laughed, "As I said, I'm Italian, you don't have to explain. I've broken my fair share of mirrors in my day, and a few hearts I might add. Care to share?"

I looked down at the crown of her head as she kneeled to adjust my hemline. Ginny had joined Mi, discussing shoes, well out of earshot.

I swallowed again; you'd think I was drinking invisible water or something. I'm thirsty. I glanced to the table which held the jug of water next to Minnie, Mrs Weasley and Appoline Delacour, the latter was explaining something to them with emphatic excitement. That might have something to do with the martini glass in her hand that Mrs Weasley kept frowning down at.

"How do you get over the fact that your boyfriend's been with another person?" I closed my eyes painfully as the words flew out of my mouth, I sounded like some petty girl writing to her agony aunt.

The lady straightened, like some sort of agile cat never breaking grace and took in the hem line one last time. She crossed behind me, never taking her eyes off the dress, I could see her hair hovering at my shoulder. Then she raised her head and looked at me in the mirror, her brown eyes like a long corridor in a library, brimming with wisdom.

"A man," She straightened my right strap onto the valley of my shoulder, "Is like a dress. The right one, will enhance every one of the nuances that delve together to form the beauty that is the female form. Be it the slender arch of her neck, the grace in her back, the curve of her waist or the languid arch where her back melds into her derrière." She lifted my right hand and ran her wand on the seam near my underarm. "The right one, however, will compliment just you. Will work together with the silk of your very skin, the depth of your eyes, the dimples on your lower back, the," She tilted my chin to the side, "The pattern where nose dips to lips and flows down into a chin that is distinctly you. The right man will fit you to perfection." She ran her hands across my sides, smoothing out the pink fabric which clung to my skin, "You will not know where he begins and you end. He could have been worn by a thousand women before, but it matters not because only you and he look like that together." She pointed at the mirror and I followed her, entranced by her breathy voice. "How do you feel?"

I took in the dress; it fit my every curve as if it was painted on my skin like a second layer. My shoulders looked prettier than I thought shoulders could look, delicate like my neck and the skin of my thigh glowed from the contrast of the dark pink dress. I was never one for dressing up, which was partially why I had given the previous assistants such a hard time. I would have much rather be outside, watching the boys play quidditch.

"I feel like this is the right dress." I murmured.

She smiled, "It is indeed. As I said, you are a designers dream. Fleur is quite unique in her insistence that her bridesmaid's dresses be just as beautiful as her own. She, much like her mother whom I schooled with all those years ago, has a confidence truly enviable."

I turned to the lady, "Oh... then this isn't my dress." My voice dipped in disappointment, why was I suddenly so attached to the simple bit of fabric, it was stupid, "I'm not a bridesmaid."

"Oh, I know. Fleur had initially requested pink for her bridesmaid's ensemble but when the girl tried it out it clashed horribly. It is the hair; brides sometimes forget that picking colour for the dresses is not the same as picking colour for the decor. It was Agnes' idea to keep the two dresses for you and that young lady." She gestured to where Mi was helping Ginny with the strap of the shoe she was frowning down at. "You see, I've seen it on someone else and I can tell you without a doubt that this is most definitely your dress."

She took in her creation with a wide smile and I sucked my bottom lip in as I stared in the mirror. So what if Harry was with Ginny. That was in the past.

"I knew this dress would be perfect on you!" I jostled slightly as Nessie grabbed me from behind, her radiant face sitting atop my head as her aquamarine eyes sparkled down at me.

"Well Madam Zangara is ze best, no?" Fleur hovered on my left side, they looked like they both walked out of a Victoria Secret Angel catalogue as they both were clad in silk robes having finished their fitting. "Madam Z, where are ze heels?"

I turned around, watching Fleur's dark blue eyes settle on the lady who assisted me, my brows rose... THAT was THE Madam Zangara. She looked the part, but her personality lacked the pretentious air I predicted. She laughed as my brows rose, levitating a pair of gold heels towards me. I slipped them on and ascended to just below the blondes' chins and they both started muttering whether another option would suit me better.

I smiled at the look on Nessie's face, she was in her element. With Linus and Lenzo done with the whole Palbei business, they had been home much more often. But then... with Selina and Silvaine gone... the Order members had to all work together to fill in for them and their presence at headquarters were short lived. Right now the two of them and Remus and Silvestre were out on a mission, but their missions were much shorter lived now and at the most they would be away for two days. Hence the beaming blonde at my side.

"WATCH OUT!"

My eyes snapped to the familiar voice just as I saw the ball of red heading straight at me through the open window, before I could react however it stopped, a hairs breadth away from my nose. I glanced to my left and Ginny was glaring out the window, quaffle in hand.

"George has been cheating hasn't he? He's put a charm on the quaffle to go through the any opened spaces?" Harry laughed at her offended tone as he jumped off the broom and into the room, with difficulty as he was shading his eyes with his hand.

"You know how he feels about chasing. I guess he didn't realise it would work on windows as well. I've been chasing it from the Orchard." Harry walked over to Ginny's voice as his eyes were closed.

"That was really irresponsible." Mi chided, "That could have really hurt someone."

"Ah Hermione, you fail to realise the star chaser of the Gryffindor team is among you for your protection. Quaffle?"

I glanced at Ginny who smiled at Harry's compliment and my tummy churned. Were they flirting? No. No. They were just talking.

I heard Nessie chuckle from the right of me as Harry walked into the box of shoes, "Harry, everyone is decent."

"Thanks for letting me know now." He chuckled, opening one eye as if to make sure and then opening the other. "I could have fallen out of that windo..."

His emerald eyes fell on me as his words died, his brows lifted and I watched as his lips fell open. I wanted to role my eyes at the cliché but my eyes seemed transfixed, like an invisible line hooked onto his and followed every one of their movements. I watched as he took in each aspect of the dress with wonder, like a child in a toy shop and I wanted to laugh at the oddity of his reaction. It was just a dress. But just like I couldn't roll my eyes I couldn't laugh. Stationary. Just like he was.

There was a clearing throat and we both snapped our heads to Mrs Weasley, "Harry dear, we love your company but the girls must really change out of their dresses. Ginny, give Harry the quaffle love."

Harry caught the ball without looking away as Ginny did as her mother told, turned on his heel and ran to the window, just before he hopped on his hovering broom, he glanced one more time at me before he whizzed off.

I felt hands at my elbows, "I told you. Perfect."

I smiled at Madam Zangara in the mirror, just as I caught the brown eyed stare. I turned around, holding her gaze for a moment until she looked down as Gabrielle helped unbuckle her heels. I looked to Mi who had been glancing between me and Ginny with uncertainty.

"Ginny, I zought you were wearings ze black shoes. Gold on gold iz too much." Fleur walked toward her just as Ginny kicked off the gold heels. "Put ze black one's on, I want to see zem with ze black ones."

Ginny shrugged, asking her assistant for the black pair she had on earlier but Mrs Weasley cut through, "Well, I think these gold ones look perfect and they really make Ginny's feet look good. Right Agnes?"

Nessie looked unsure, almost stepping behind me, not wanting to get into this argument but Fleur saved her by responding, "Well ze gold showz too much of her baby toe, look, ze black one covers it up nicely, no?"

"AND what is wrong with Ginny's baby toe." How was Fleur still talking?

"It lookz az if were heet with a beaters bat." Someone gasped in the room but Fleur shrugged, "What? Gabby has uglee toes too. It iz why she knows better zan to show zem off." Gabrielle nodded as if this was only logical.

"Ugly! I'll have you know that Bill and Ginny happen to have very similar feet-"

"I know zis. His toes are uglee as well." Fleur looked at Mrs Weasley as if she were mad, "He knows zis. I know zis. What iz ze problem?"

"You tell my son he has ugly feet!"

"Molly-"

"Yez. I am hiz fiancé, it iz my duty to ensure that he covers what should be covered and enhance hiz many beautiful aspect. It's the same with Agnes and Linus' elbows. It iz why she doezn't buy him short sleeved shirts."

Nessie shook her head furiously as Fleur yet again pulled her into the fight but she didn't have to defend herself as Mrs Weasley took a big huff of breath. Oh oh.

"Fleur, my daughter is beautiful. I don't want you-"

"I know Ginny iz beautiful. Ofc-"

"Yes, but this is the damned dress all over again." The whole room turned to me as Mrs Weasley gestured to my dress, "You insisted on pink when you know full well that it would-"

"It waz an error on my part and I apologized. When you told me that Ginny never wears pink I thought it was because she iz a tomboy, not because it clashes with zat hair. I mean she wearz orange and yellow and zat almost iz full on war wiz zat hair of herz."

"Zat hair of herz." Mrs Weasley was getting taller. How was she getting taller? "I'll have you know that Bill has zat hair of herz." Whoa, kudos on getting the accent right, "And zat hair of herz has been in our family for ages. And your children will probably have zat hair of herz-"

Fleur gasped and stepped back as if Mrs Weasly just said that her babies would be disfigured in some way, "Every Delacour for eight generation has had a head of soft blonde-"

"Well I'm sorry to inform you Fleur, but the baby will be a Weasley."

"Wait, the baby? Is Fleur pregnant?" Tonks frowned at Mary who stood next to her.

"Well it explain why Bill is-" Ginny elbowed her mother. I think she kind of crossed the line way before this though.

"No, Fleur iz not pregnant. She'z juz bloated. I know, it lookz like she iz pregnant. I zought zo too. Some green tea should help wiz zat ma petite."

I couldn't begin to understand what happened next because Fleur started screaming at her mother in French just as Molly started shouting in English. Agnes had moved in between the women and I frowned.

Something was burning.

I gasped, the smell reminding me of the tart I was making and I ran out of the room. I barely walked two steps before a hand circled my waist and I was pulled aside.

A/N: This is just part one of this chapter, part two will come soon.

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