Disclaimer: I have no delusions of grandeur. I'm not Joss Whedon or JK Rowling so I couldn't have created the worlds they did.
SHE worried her lip between her teeth and sighed. The dress was laid out in front of her, a dark gold with bright purple frills along the high neck and close to too-short ballroom skirt that barely covered her ankles. The matching hat was in one word sickening. She didn't even want to think about the shoes.
"She's going to be my sister, I love her no matter what she makes me wear..." Hermione's attention was drawn away from the abomination in front of her to the younger rehead across the room. Ginny had seemed to take up that one phrase as a mantra though it did nothing to curb the harshness of her voice.
Hermione Granger turned back around and looked at the dress. Smartly the bride had forbidden her maids from seeing the dresses until the moment they were to wear them down the aisle. Hermione brushed out her hair and charmed it smooth like Ginny had taught her to. The wide brimmed purple hat was placed carefully on her head and tied at the chin.
Ginny's mantra picked up slightly with a hint of hysteria when she saw the hat on. "She's going to be my..." Hermione blocked her out and applied the tiniest hint of make-up as not to clash too badly with the garish color. She sighed and looked down at the dress.
Ginny paused mid breath and scowled down at the dress too. "I hate her."
Hermione smiled softly and rolled her eyes. "We have to get ready, Ginny."
Willow Rosenburg, soon-to-be Weasley sure did have a cruel streak.