Wands, Wishes, and Weasleys

Chapter 4: Please Stand

Harry POV:

It had been one week since my birthday, most of those days full of tireless wedding planning, but today would be the worst of all. Today was the dress robe fitting. The girls also had their dress fittings, but they are fine standing around and squealing, but I personally am not excited to stand in one place for an hour so someone can take my measurements and then fit a robe to me.

Mrs. Weasley woke me up by shaking me, and once I was awake she shook Ron. She then stuffed a wad of clothing into each of our hands.

"Get up boys! We must leave soon!"

"What time is it?" Grumbled Ron.

"5:30," Mrs. Weasley replied as Ron groaned, "now deal with it will you?"

"Yes Mum," He Mumbled as she walked out the door. We heard the girls chatting downstairs. "How can they already be up and dressed at this hour?"

"They must be really excited to try on and see their wedding dresses," I shrugged as I pulled on the T-shirt and jeans Mrs. Weasley had handed me.

"C'mon let's go," Ron said once we were both dressed and not yawning anymore.

"What took you guys so long?" Ginny asked once we got down there.

"What took you girls so short?" Ron retorted.

"That doesn't even make sense!" Ginny said.

"You don't make any sense!" Ron yelled.

"Stop acting like children! Also, it's too early for fighting and yelling right now, so stop," Mr. Weasley scolded as he came into the room.

Ginny and Ron didn't answer, but they stopped fighting, which was a good thing for everyone else in the house.

"Now," Mrs. Weasley said once everyone had assembled in the living room, "we shall be traveling by Floo powder to Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions, Got it?"

There were some Mumbles, and some nods, and one or two 'uh-huhs'.

"And why do we have to go this early?" Ron asked with a yawn.

"Because it's the only time she could fit all of us in for private fittings!" Mrs. Weasley said, "Now go! Go! Go!"

"But it's only 5:30!" Ron complained.

"Ronald, stop complaining!" Mrs. Weasley used a stern tone, and Ron knew that that meant he should stop contradicting her.

We started hopping into the fireplace in groups of two. Bill and Fleur went first with Victorie, Percy and Audrey went next, then George and Angelina, after them Ron and Hermione went, and then Ginny and I went. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went last to make sure everyone went and didn't chicken out and not go.

"Ah! There you are!" A faintly familiar female voice said. "The Weasley-Granger-Potter wedding party?"

"Yes, that's us!" Mrs. Weasley replied, walking up to the woman I now recognized as Madam Malkin.

"Alrighty then! This is my assistant, Hannah," She motioned to Hannah who waved at us, "she will be helping you ladies, and I'll be dealing with you lot," She said pointing at me and the other boys scrunching her face just the slightest bit.

"Am I late?" Neville asked as he walked in the door.

"Not at all, mate!" Ron said as Neville came over.

"I'm here too," Luna's mysterious voice carried into the room behind Neville.

"Now gentlemen, follow me, ladies go into that room over there with Hannah."