Fix You

A/N: This is the first chapter of a Challenge story that I have accepted from DeadbeatAngel, the plot(s) belong to her, I'm just taking them and fitting them around my own perspective. I named the story after the song "Fix You" by Coldplay because: o1. I love Coldplay and o2. The song really seems to fit with the general idea. Go listen to it while/after you read the entire story! You'll see what I mean.

Let's get to it, then. I hope you enjoy!

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Ginny was sure that she had just fallen asleep moments ago, but yet her mother had hollered up the stairs to wake her. Was it four o’clock in the morning already?

Why Bill and Fleur had chosen their wedding to be at sunrise was beyond what Ginny understood. Yes, it was romantic, but the young ginger was sure that she would be far from beautiful at such an ungodly hour.

“Ginevra Weasley! You better be up! The sun doesn’t wait for anyone, you know!” Molly Weasley’s voice echoed up the stairs.

“Ugh,” Ginny groaned and pulled herself up to a sitting position, her eyes still closed. “I’m up, Mother!”

Ginny allowed her eyes to open, and to her relief, the room was dark. She habitually slid off her bed and walked to the little window across her room to peek outside. The sky was a dark blue; the sun was to be rising within hours.

This was always the first move that Ginny would make upon waking up. The few minutes that she took for herself in the morning allowed her to ponder what questions that she held, or the feelings she had toward her life. Somehow these few minutes that she had had made her more open-minded during the day.

She would tell herself every morning that she had another day and another chance to make herself a better person. Some days the idea seemed so far away, other days she had gotten really close to her mental goal. It really depended on her surroundings that day.

Today was uncertain to Ginny; she was happy for her brother, but for him to marry a woman that Ginny could barely stand really worried her. Had he just jumped into this marriage to please his parents, or did he really love her? Or were they getting married because they were scared that they wouldn’t find another one to love in their lifetime? This could have been logical, considering the Dark Lord and his followers were still at large.

A sigh escaped the girl’s lips as she turned from her unconcluded concept; she had a look at the dress robes that were hanging from her door. The robes were blue-- Phlegm just had to have blue -- and was laced with bits of green “To set off ‘er beauteeful eyes,” as Fleur had said to Mrs. Weasley upon handing the robes to her.

Ginny was determined to put the dress robes on at the very last minute before they had to meet the happy couple in the cave of Niagra Falls. The entire wedding idea was extremely repulsive to Ginny. First of all, it was a stupid idea to have a wedding surrounded by water, because the humidity was extremely dangerous for a young girl’s hairdo. Second of all, anyone who would be stuck in a confined space with Fleur Delacour for any length of time was rightly mad.

The ginger slumped down the stairs still fully clothed in her pajamas, slowly getting out of her deep thought mode while rubbing her eyes. She beheld the most pathetic sight as she hit the last step. Everyone (except Bill, of course and Charlie, who was Bill’s Best Man and had accompanied the groom.) was surrounded the table, sporting their dress robes, and also sporting the looks of utmost dread on their faces.

Fred and George had their arms crossed, but Ginny knew they were devising a plan to get around wearing those particular robes out in public, as they had the money for it from their shop; Percy was clearly upset, but tried not to flaunt it too much; Ron was complaining about his robes being too tight (“If you had stopped eating and stayed the same size as Charlie, this wouldn’t be a problem!” Mrs. Weasley had told the boy after he squeezed into his brother’s hand-me-downs), and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were trying their best to keep the lot in a good mood.

Giggles busted out of Ginny at once. The entire room stopped and looked at her with sheer malice.

“Where are your dress robes? Everyone’s waiting on you!” Ginny’s Mum squeaked.

“I don’t want to wear them until we have to leave,” stated Ginny.

“Well at least you got new ones,” groaned Ron. “I think I castrated myself when I sat down.”

The room looked at Ron in silence now.

“Well I suggest you get back up there and get ready, now,” Mrs. Weasley emphasized on the word just as Ginny looked like she was about to object.

“Fine, fine! I’m going! Good morning to you too, Mum,” Ginny threw her arms up in defeat and stomped up the stairs, her hair disgruntled and her pajamas twisted from the night before. She went back into her room, assuring her door slammed behind her.

A half hour had passed, and Ginny descended the stars with her dress robes on and her hair pulled back into a loose bun, with strands of elegantly cradling her face.

“Oh, hello Ginny—wow.”

Ginny turned in the direction of which she heard the familiar voice, and saw that it came from Ron’s best friend, Harry. He had a dumbstruck look on his face now, and Ginny wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“H-hi, Harry, erm… you look nice.” Ginny averted her eyes and played with a strand of hair that had conveniently made itself present.

Ginny wasn’t used to being ogled at. In any case, she wasn’t really knowledgeable of the opposite sex when it came to relationships; so when someone was flirting with her, Ginny had no clue how to react.

“Thank you Ginny, though you’d definitely beat me in a Best-Looking contest,” Harry winked. Ginny giggled uncomfortably and flushed.

“Enough, we have to get going now,” Mrs. Weasley piped in, eyeing the two teenagers with suspicion. “It’s almost time for the wedding to start, and we’re not going to let your brother down by being late!”

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Music could be heard all around the cave, and somehow it blended wonderfully with the sound of the waterfall that took the role as the background of the newlyweds. Rays of the recently risen sun bounced beautifully through the waterfalls and danced all around the cave. It was apparent why Bill and Fleur had chosen this particular location for their sunrise wedding. There was an archway directly centered in front of the opening of the cave, where the waterfall was flowing. Embedded in the stunning white orchids were blue ornaments of various sizes.

All of the groomsmen and bridesmaids were accented with orchids and blue ribbons to flatter Fleur’s beautiful white Victorian-style wedding dress. Bill was wearing magnificent deep blue dress robes with a white collar. The couple looked much like they belonged together, despite Ginny’s doubts.

The ceremony was finally over, and everyone was walking in-turn to give his or her congratulations. She watched as the crowd lined up, and the first to come through was her parents. Mr. Weasley gave his eldest son a big hug, and his newest daughter a kiss on the cheek. Mrs. Weasley, not to anyone’s surprise, broke down in tears and even embraced Fleur into a vise-gripped hug. Ginny kept a forced smile on her face as the guests passed through; she was to be on her best behaviour throughout the wedding ceremony or her mum would surely give her hell about it later.

After the last guests gave their congratulations, the entire cave transformed into a banquet-like environment. Tables were lined up; blue tablecloths lines with white placeholders that were set with each guest’s name on them written in gold. More tables were covered with dishes of food, and even more contained beverages.

On a small golden table sat the wedding cake, decorated with--of course--white and blue trimming. On top of the cake stood a couple that looked like Bill and Fleur, though Ginny thought that they over did Fleur’s features a bit. She had looked more like a Muggle Barbie doll than a realistic human female.

Upon the reception’s commencement, Arthur Weasley had raised a toast for the newlyweds, gave a heart-warming speech of well wishes and long lives, then thanked everyone for showing up. The crowd dispersed into conversation. Some headed for the food, others headed for the bar that Ginny hadn’t noticed until that moment. Her mother came up to her, a serious look on her face.

“One screw-up, Ginny…”

“I know, mum.”

“I mean it. The wedding is still on. Just because the party’s started, doesn’t mean you can get rowdy.”

“I’m well aware, mum.”

“Try to keep your attitude under control-“

“Mum! I got it, okay? Merlin, why don’t you tell Fred and George these things? They didn’t wear the robes you made them, I hope you know,” Ginny turned on her heels and strutted off, leaving her mother looking exasperated and heartbroken toward her twin sons.

Ginny had been waiting for the reception the entire morning. She kicked off her shoes--they had been hurting her since the moment she had put them on--and immediately grabbed some punch before taking the seat marked with her name.

Hermione happily took her place next to Ginny, and Ron and Harry shimmied into their seats as well.

“It’s good to see you, Ginny!” Hermione exclaimed and gave her friend a hug, careful not to splash punch down her robes. “You looked wonderful up there next to Fleur, though I’d rather that she didn’t try to push you out of her ‘line of view for zee spotlight’, Hermione mocked the French bride, then giggled, “How are you?”

“Oh, just fantastic,” Ginny replied sarcastically, while resting her head in her palm and shooting a glance at her brother, who returned the same knowing look. Hermione caught the gesture.

“What is it?” asked Hermione, “Aren’t you two happy for Bill?”

“Yeah, we’re thrilled; it’s Mum that’s the problem,” Ron answered. “She’s been in a frantic since early this morning.”

“But that’s nothing new either,” Ginny said, running through the argument she had just had with her mother. Ginny realized that Harry had been staring at her for the past few minutes; she looked away, suddenly interested in what the other guests were doing.

“Oh yeah, she’s always been quite mental,” Ron mused, “always protective as well. As if we can’t do anything for ourselves!”

“Hmph,” Ginny added half-heartedly as her focus was elsewhere.

Hermione looked between the two siblings, and saw Ginny’s actions. Nevertheless, she continued with her statement, “Well, I’m sure she has your best interests at heart…. Are you okay, Ginny?”

Ginny broke out of her commitment to the crowd and looked back at the brunette. “Hm? Oh yes, I’m fine. Just fine...”

Ginny looked back in the direction of which she had just been staring, and saw a group of adults standing around. Hermione looked too, and found that she knew all of them. There was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Charlie Weasley, and Nymphadora Tonks.

“What’s caught your interest over there, Ginny?” a curious Hermione asked.

Ginny was caught off-guard, and her face flushed pink. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. I was just seeing what my Mum and Dad were up to,” Ginny said in a tone that she wasn’t sure was convincing.

“Anyway,” Harry broke the silence that had taken over the table. “The wedding was nice, don’t you think Ginny?” Harry sized up the redheaded girl sitting across from him.

Ginny looked at Harry, wondering why she was specifically addressed with the question, and it hadn’t been open for the rest of them. What were his intentions, anyway? And why had he been looking at her in that way?

“Yeah, it was great; I didn’t expect it to be so pretty, especially coming from Fleur’s perspective,” Ginny found herself playing with her hair again.

“Well from my perspective, you were the star of the show,” Harry said with a crooked smile, “You looked beautiful up there with the decorations and the sunlight playing off of your hair.”

Any girl would have appreciated such a compliment, but Ginny felt uncomfortable receiving it.

“Erm, well the decorations were nice… but um, Hermione’s ideas were much better,” Ginny elbowed her friend in desperation of getting someone else into the conversation.

“Eep!” Hermione jumped and giggled when she was elbowed unexpectedly, “Well my ideas weren’t that much better, the wedding was really gorgeous.”

“Oh come off it, Hermione,” Ron smiled at his girlfriend “you’re being too modest.”

“No really, I think it was much better…”

Ginny mentally shimmied away from the conversation as her gaze focused again on the group of people, which was now accompanied by Bill and Fleur Weasley. They were all laughing and talking animatedly, and almost in slow motion. Ginny watched Bill and Fleur kiss each other. She was almost jealous of them. They had each other, and she was alone. At least, she thought she was.

“Isn’t it wonderful how two people can fall in love?” Hermione’s voice spoke to Ginny in the background, “Sometimes, it just starts with a kiss.”

Had Ginny been paying attention to her friend, she would have seen her friend grab her boyfriend’s hands. Had Ginny also been paying attention, she would have seen Hermione and Ron kiss each other. But Ginny’s focus was on the brunette man standing in the crowd next to Sirius Black.

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ZeeVeela