Death Eaters

Chapter 37: An Unwelcome Fate

Me and Harry prepared for the wedding inside the room, changing into our clothes. I was wearing a delicate lace dress with a sheer, feminine texture paired with a cream mini skirt that gives it a refined yet sultry vibe. The monochrome palette keeps it elegant and timeless. To complete the outfit, i wore black sheer tights that add contrast and sophistication, paired with sleek black Saint Laurent ankle boots — giving it that bold Parisian edge. The small white handbag and pearl necklace soften the look, i looked effortless. While Harry on the other hand had planned on wearing a classic black suit paired with a crisp white dress shirt, left slightly unbuttoned for a relaxed yet confident feel, and some plain black trousers. The fit is tailored but easy, giving it a mix of polish and comfort.

After finishing my makeup and everything, Harry tried to zip up the back of my dress whilst he was still shirtless of course. Not done dressing up but Merlin forbids a girl needs help from her man?

Harry tried zipping up the zipper, struggling to zip it up my back showing naked in front of him. "It's not zipping up, [F/n]," He said, constantly trying.

"Are you telling me that I've gotten fat?!" I exclaimed, completely offended.

"No—no, it's not that," Harry said quickly, cheeks reddening slightly. "It's just... the zipper. It's stuck, I swear."

"Can't you use magic on it or something, Harry?" I looked at his reflection at the mirror with my brows furrowed and expressions annoyed.

Harry looked at me back by the mirror, obviously a bit stressed and having to endure my mood swings. "I—uh, I'll get it," he muttered, reaching for his wand but hesitating.

Just as he was about to take out his wand, someone barged the door open.

"Your lovely cousin is here!" Victoria exclaimed, her eyes widened upon seeing me quite naked, my back exposed in front of Harry and him being shirtless after all. "Oh my goodness!" She yelled out.

I immediately rolled my eyes as Harry rushed to put on his white blouse shirt, only letting out an awkward, embarrassed smile that said 'this is mortifying'. I looked at him with a faint laugh and turned around to approach Victoria as she closed the door behind her, still with her mouth wide open and eyes practically offended, as if she'd walked into a scandalous scene straight out of a tabloid.

"What's going on here, you two?!" she asked demandingly.

"Relax, Vic, he was just helping me with my dress. I can't get the zipper to zip up," I explained, huffing slightly as I stepped closer to her.

She looked at me suspiciously. I just flashed her a smile, and she hugged me—of course, I hugged her back.

"We were sort of doing something here," Harry interrupted, sitting on the messy bed and straightening the sleeve of his shirt, trying not to look too flustered.

Victoria glared at him. "You better shut your mouth, Potter. This is my cousin we're talking about—my own flesh and blood!" she exclaimed.

"Well, yeah, that's my girlfriend we're talking about. And I'm eventually going to be your cousin-in-law," Harry teased, holding back a faint laugh while adjusting his black suit.

Victoria rolled her eyes as we parted from our hug. "The others are downstairs—best if you two hurry the fuck up," she said, eyeing me sharply. "You don't want Mattheo to beat Potter up, [F/n], mark my words." She gestured from her eyes to both of us with two fingers, then turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I looked behind Harry, standing up straight with both of his hands in his pockets, faintly laughing. I laughed too.
"Shut up," I said.

As he approached me, I slowly twisted my body, entirely exposing my back in front of him. With a soft flick of magic, the zipper slid up perfectly.