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DH ☆•°~'* 03

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The following morning found Y/N, Hermione and Ginny helping Fleur get ready for her wedding, assisted by the tiny Gabrielle, who mostly volunteered to do Fleur's makeup (albeit a little messily, though no one told her).

'Ah, Y/N, I 'aven't told you how you'll be disguised,' said Fleur, as Y/N was doing her hair. 

'No, you haven't,' said Y/N, tongue sticking out a little as she concentrated on her work.

'Come closer,' Fleur ordered. 'The others can't know.'

'Rude,' said Ginny.

'Moi je le sais,' said Gabrielle, giggling a little.

Y/N placed a pin in the golden sheet of hair in front of her then leaned forward. Fleur whispered something in Y/N's ear, while Hermione and Ginny attempted to eavesdrop on them.

For a reason unknown to the other two girls, Y/N's mouth fell open dramatically and she pulled back, aghast, looking at Fleur's reflection in the mirror.

'Mais non!' she said, seeming thoroughly flustered. 'He's gonna lose it, Fleur-'

'Shh!' 

'I will not shush,' said Y/N. 'He will cry himself to sleep, he has trauma from-'

'Shh!' Fleur repeated, now giggling a little. 

'Does he know?' 

'No,' said Fleur.

'The other he,' clarified Y/N.

'Ah, oui,' said Fleur. 'Il est partant.'

'I see...'

'Will anyone fill us in, or...?' asked Ginny, looking from Y/N to Fleur and back again.

'No,' said Y/N firmly. 'Well, later.'

'I thought I was your wife,' said Hermione, raising an eyebrow.

'Harry's my wife, actually,' Y/N corrected, and Hermione and Ginny broke into giggles. 'But he won't be for the duration of the wedding, I'm afraid...'

'Oooh,' said Gabrielle dramatically. 

Y/N resumed her duty as hairstylist, with some help from Hermione as the hairdo required a few Charms to be truly perfect. 

After almost an hour, the two stepped back to admire the final result. Ginny held up a mirror behind Fleur, who tilted her head this way and that to get a good look at her hair.

'Oh, c'est magnifique!' she cried with a radiant smile. 

'We tried,' said Y/N humbly. 'It'll look amazing with your dress.'

They spent the next couple of hours getting ready on their own, doing their hair, slipping on their dresses and adorning themselves with various accessories.

The door clicked open and Mrs Weasley's head peered in. She looked slightly worn out from all the preparations she's had to overlook, but still beamed when her eyes fell on Fleur's hairstyle.

'That will look absolutely perfect with Aunt Muriel's tiara, dear,' she said. 'Right in time, too, she's just arrived and she'd like to see you try it on.'

'Of course,' said Fleur, getting up.

She did, indeed, look absolutely ethereal in her dress. Her shiny, silver-blonde hair framed her glowing face perfectly, the bejewelled pins twinkling as she crossed the room to join Mrs Weasley. Gabrielle joined her outside, apparently wanting to see the tiara as well.