Stronger for You

Chp. 11 A Weasley Wedding

Here it is my darlings! The revelation! Are you ready? Read, comment, enjoy my wonderful, magical dears! <3

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“Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we want to conceal.” – Russell Lynes.

Chapter Eleven: A Weasley Wedding.

Jacky’s P.o.V.

I revolve slowly in the mirror. Hermione and Ginny stood next to me, each smiling broadly. I was wearing the dress they had gotten me for my birthday again, with a few changes added to take away the morbidity from the first time.

It was now a duke blue, the edges still in gold. I smoothed my hand down it and wrinkle my nose at my darker skin colour.

Hermione had had her way with me, for disguise purposes. I now had shoulder length hair that had jagged ends and was coloured sun-kissed brown with blonde mixed in. My eyes stayed the same, thankfully. I was wearing heels to change my height and I had on a pair of my birthday earrings. They were just a tassel of delicate silver chains that chimed when brushed together. They were from Luna.

“Fine, I look pretty awesome. Thanks guys.” I admit ruefully. They grin smugly.

“You’re very welcome. Come on, it’s about to start and Ginny has to find Gabrielle.” Ginny scrunches her nose at this.

“Goody” She saunters out, leaving us to chuckle at her dramatic suffering. We hook arms and walk out. Hermione was tensing as we approached the tents. I bump her shoulder and smile at her as she looks at me.

“Ron is going to love the dress.” I assure her. She blushes magnificently and scowls.

“I don’t care. Why would I care about that?” She questions. I give her a look and she rolls her eyes.

“I’m not blind Hermione. Just like you called Harry and Ginny, I’m calling bets on you and Ron. In fact, I have a hefty bet with the twins going, so you better snog before this bloody war is over or I lose fifty galleons. That makes an angry Jacky.” I say. She grins and looks curiously at the blushing redhead who is gaping at her.

“Maybe” We flit past the boys and I see Fred waggling his eyebrows as he talks to a few of Fleur’s cousins.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Hermione rounds on me and I feel a strange sensation stretch over my tongue.

“Her’ione what ha’e you done?” I gasp as the accent rolls out of my mouth. She laughs at my expression.

“You zink zat zis is funny?” I demand. She nods, chortling.

“Part of your disguise is being an old friend of Fleur’s from school. Meaning you’re from France. Nice, huh?” I huff and sit down, crossing my arms. She smiles and sits next to me in the second row of the pews. The twins pass by with guests at their side, to seat them.

“You’ll blow Fred right off his feet.” I jump about a million feet into the air and stare at her in shock.

“What?”

“Oh come on! I’m not blind either.” She exclaims. I grin sheepishly.

“It’s just an experiment. Friends with benefits and all zat.” I admit. She nods approvingly.

“I figured. Poor Ron, though. He’s the one that saw you two going at it the other night. Thought he’d seen a boggart or something, what with the way he blubbered.” I blush deeply and stare straight ahead as the wedding starts. I could feel her smugness radiating off of her.