The troubles of being a royal

Harry Potter And The Troubles Of Being A Royal
Getting Dressed And Triumphing Over Enemies


Two weeks had officially past since Harry’s eighteenth birthday. It was the day of the wedding of the soon to be new king and queen of France. Ginny had turned eighteen two days ago on August the twelfth.

Ginny was currently taking a long hot bubbly soak in a bath above twice the size of the one in the prefect’s bathroom at Hogwarts. She sighed happily, as to day was the day she had been dreaming of since she was eleven years old. She was officially going to become Mrs. Potter her and not that bitch and slut Cho Chang. She was going to rule along side Harry as his queen. Ginny let out a squeal of delight that echoed of the walls of her own personal enormous luxury bathroom, at the image that came to mind when imagining the look on Chang’s face when she found out about Harry’s royal status and her new role in Harry’s life.

When she emerged from the bathroom wrapped up in a gorgeously soft bathrobe in pure white with the Potter crest on the left breast pocket. And a white fluffy towel wrapped tightly around her head like a turban. She saw that her mother and Hermione Fleur, Tonks, Gabriella, Mia, Clarissa and Lily. The maids and hair and makeup artists included were smiling at her knowingly. Hermione asked “Wow Gin was that a squeal I and the others just heard echoing of the walls of the bathroom just then?”

Ginny grinned “Yes fine I admit I did squeal in delight back in the bathroom just now. But not for entirely the reasons you all were thinking of. I might have squealed when I was suddenly hit with the image of Cho Chang’s face when she saw the photos of today’s wedding in the daily prophet tomorrow morning. And of course also be seeing next week’s coronation in the prophet the next day and discovered Harry’s royal status and my new role in Harry’s life. Forgive me of I sound conceited but I am more then a little thrilled over the fact Harry’s wife and the queen of France is going to be Geneva Potter and not Cho Potter thank you every much.”

Hermione giggled “Oh my god Gin, she’s going to hate you even more so now. Not only do you get to marry and be the queen of the boy who defeated the dark lord, but also king Harry James Potter of France. She is definitely going to be spitting flames like a Chinese fire ball dragon.” Ginny grinned like a Cheshire cat and replied “I know Mione, isn’t it grand?”

The women in the room burst out into laughter at her obvious delight at getting one over her enemy. Mia asked “Exactly what does this Cho Chang look like anyway?” Ginny sighed in disgust. Hermione answered “She is obviously Chinese, has dark almond shaped eyes, flawless skin. Her hair is jet black and flows down to her spine. She is around five foot six, very curvy and could give a Barbie doll a run for its money. In other words she is very exotic, and a complete bitch and man eater. And she is after getting her well manicured claws back into Harry.”

Ginny added “She is a gold digger and would most definitely without a doubt if she knew of Harry’s royal status would be a royal title digger she steals other women’s men, and she had even been known to try and turn homosexual men into heterosexuals, she so far as I know of has not managed it.”

Fifteen minutes later everyone had returned to their own rooms to get ready, leaving Ginny in the creative hands of the hair stylists and makeup artists. First of all Ginny’s hair had been dried with a simple spell. Then it had been placed in barrel curls and pinned behind her head, and few curls had been left to frame the side of her face.

Then the make up artists took over. Her face and neck were dusted in a crème colored foundation. Her cheek bones were lightly dusted in a light rose colored blush. While the top half of her eye lid was dusted with a subtle crème colour and her lower lid was dusted in a pretty golden brown colour. A golden eye liner was then applied in a perfect thin line across her lower eye lids. And her eye lashes were perfectly curled with dark brown almost black mascara. Under her eyes a light brown eye pencil was carefully applied. Then to finish the look, a light brown lip liner was applied around the edge of her lips. And a dark beige colored lip stick was applied with a brush and to finish a thin layer of gloss was applied on top.

With her hair and makeup out of the way she walked behind a private screen made of black cherry wood that was engraved in a golden floral pattern.

She carefully slipped into the pure white lacy and silk panties and strapless bask and silk stockings along with suspenders. Then she rolled a white garter covered in white French lace up to her left mid thigh. She was then helped into her wedding gown. It was made of the purest white French silk, and not an inch of lace in sight.

The top half of the gown was a tight corset, pulled in by silk cords. The skirt of the gown reached the floor and flared out at the sides and trailed behind in a foot long train. The whole gown had thousands of tiny pearls sewn into. Then she was passed a pair of white high heels made of a very pretty white silk from her own personal maid Arabella. And a spine length veil was pinned to the back of her head and was left to flow freely.

Ginny was then surprised when the wedding designer brought a box from off the dresser and opened it. Ginny gasped when she saw a modest choker and earrings she was being allowed to wear, modest for a royal that is. It was made of a mixture of tiny rubies and diamonds. She carefully placed the matching earrings in her ears before the designer carefully fixed the choker around Ginny’s neck.

And last of all and the main shock for Ginny, and the main item that made Ginny even more aware of what she would become with in the next hour. When a tiara set in rubies and diamonds was placed carefully on top of her head. Ginny realised she would walk out of that cathedral not only as Mrs. Potter, but also the princess of France and would become the queen merely a week later.

Ginny started to panic slightly when she realised that she was less then an hour from becoming the princess of France. If her maid had not placed a calming charm on the soon to be princess, she would have undeniably started to hyperventilate. Ginny had shot Arabella a grateful look.

Ten minute later Hermione, Fleur, Tonks and Gabriella were followed in by Molly Weasley. Mia and Clarissa and Lily promised to meet them at the cathedral. It was evident to the other women that even with Arabella’s calming charm, Ginny was clearly about to crawl the walls she was that anxious Molly and the others had been stunned at the sight that Ginny made. She looked every possible way like the queen you would become in a matter of a week. Molly and the others had to hold back their tears that were all accepted Molly of course.

Hermione as her maid of honor was dressed in a floor length mint green strapless gown made of silk. She had elbow length white gloves on. Her hair had been curled and pinned on top of her head with tiny pins with white rhinestones on them. Her makeup had been done professionally. She was wearing diamond earrings and a modest diamond choker. She had poesy of white roses in her hands.

Fleur, Tonks and Gabriella were dressed in a light forest green. They were also wearing white elbow gloves. Their hair had also been curled like Hermione’s and pinned on top of their heads with the same white rhinestone pins as Hermione. And their makeup was also done professionally. They too were carry posies of white roses. They were wearing a choker and earrings similar to Hermione’s.

Tonks’s hair was currently her natural jet black, the colour she was born with and her eyes were the same deep blue as Sirius’s, seeing as he is her cousin. In short that day she was revealing her true appearance. She felt seeing as she was being a bride’s maid at a royal wedding her other looks would not be appropriate. So for the first time in almost six years everyone was treated to the sight of Nyphodora Tonks-Weasley in her true form.

Molly pasted her daughter a bouquet of the purest blood red roses. Molly gently wiped a tear that had slid down her only daughter’s cheek.

Molly was dressed in a Perry winkle blue gown with shoulder length puffed sleeves with a matching shawl. Her hair had been curled and left to flow down to her shoulders. Her makeup looked lovely, seeing as she didn’t wear a lot of makeup. She was wearing wrist length white gloves and was wearing a beautiful set of French pearls and pearl studs, a gift from her soon to be son in-law.