[Fic] "Bridesmaid" -- Harry Potter
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This was originally posted here on 8 October 2004, as part of
annearchy's first line drabble thingy, but I am reposting it so as to conveniently stick in my lj memories. Because I wrote it in the reply window and had no record of it for several about six months, and I don't like losing my own stories into the depths of the internet. :-)
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Bridesmaid
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She’s making a dress the Muggle way, mostly to see if she can, since to Mum's despair, she's never been much good at traditional female things. But really, what did people expect of a girl with six older brothers?
She's making a dress for the wedding, the one she's trying not to think about. Instead, she concentrates on each line she cuts, each bobbin she winds and snaps into the machine Hermione's mother lent her. She's happy for her friends, of course, and she doesn't even really want Harry anymore, but seeing them together reminds her that she's never been that close to anyone, not even her family.
She's making a dress out of light, airy, lime-green fabric -- to set off her hair, and to show that she's jealous without really admitting anything. It's a summer wedding, an afternoon ceremony in Hermione's family church, with the reception at her parents' house. They're dentists; they can afford a large garden and the chance of guests breaking their fancy china. They can afford to buy designer clothes instead of finding something secondhand or making it from scratch.
She's making a dress herself, because it's her own design and she wants to make sure it's perfect. Hermione trusts her sense of style and Hermione doesn't care if her two bridesmaids match -- though Merlin knows what Luna will be wearing -- but she won't do anything to spoil the wedding.
She's making a dress the Muggle way. And when she's finished, when Harry and his bride have flown away, she'll fold it and store it for the next wedding that will come, the next time she'll have to watch someone else reach out and touch another heart and prove that sometimes people don't have to be islands.
Someday, someone may touch her.
And she'll make another dress.
That one will be white.
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Am leaving work early to pick up a package, which I suspect is the Jack Vance book I ordered from SFBC a few weeks ago. *crosses fingers*
Then I will write. Because I figured out what went wrong in the last few hundred words of "Secrets" -- total mischaracterization of Ron, basically -- and I have a plan to fix it. And once that's fixed, I will be done with scene 2! And scene 3 is already finished, which means I can jump right to scene 4 and about two thousand tons of emotional/psychological torture! And cunning plans! And screaming arguments! And massive guilt trips! And! And! And!
I am really looking forward to scene 4. Can you tell?
(I mean, it's ONLY the turning point of the whole story... well, along with scenes 3 and 5. Yes, that means what you think it means.)
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Bridesmaid
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She’s making a dress the Muggle way, mostly to see if she can, since to Mum's despair, she's never been much good at traditional female things. But really, what did people expect of a girl with six older brothers?
She's making a dress for the wedding, the one she's trying not to think about. Instead, she concentrates on each line she cuts, each bobbin she winds and snaps into the machine Hermione's mother lent her. She's happy for her friends, of course, and she doesn't even really want Harry anymore, but seeing them together reminds her that she's never been that close to anyone, not even her family.
She's making a dress out of light, airy, lime-green fabric -- to set off her hair, and to show that she's jealous without really admitting anything. It's a summer wedding, an afternoon ceremony in Hermione's family church, with the reception at her parents' house. They're dentists; they can afford a large garden and the chance of guests breaking their fancy china. They can afford to buy designer clothes instead of finding something secondhand or making it from scratch.
She's making a dress herself, because it's her own design and she wants to make sure it's perfect. Hermione trusts her sense of style and Hermione doesn't care if her two bridesmaids match -- though Merlin knows what Luna will be wearing -- but she won't do anything to spoil the wedding.
She's making a dress the Muggle way. And when she's finished, when Harry and his bride have flown away, she'll fold it and store it for the next wedding that will come, the next time she'll have to watch someone else reach out and touch another heart and prove that sometimes people don't have to be islands.
Someday, someone may touch her.
And she'll make another dress.
That one will be white.
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End
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Am leaving work early to pick up a package, which I suspect is the Jack Vance book I ordered from SFBC a few weeks ago. *crosses fingers*
Then I will write. Because I figured out what went wrong in the last few hundred words of "Secrets" -- total mischaracterization of Ron, basically -- and I have a plan to fix it. And once that's fixed, I will be done with scene 2! And scene 3 is already finished, which means I can jump right to scene 4 and about two thousand tons of emotional/psychological torture! And cunning plans! And screaming arguments! And massive guilt trips! And! And! And!
I am really looking forward to scene 4. Can you tell?
(I mean, it's ONLY the turning point of the whole story... well, along with scenes 3 and 5. Yes, that means what you think it means.)