Elle's reaction is quick to bring tears to Hermione's own eyes, and the laughs, the sound just slightly broken as she twirls around on the step stool to get a better look. The fabric is just heavy enough that Hermione feels like she'll be kept from floating away from sheer joy. "Oh, you're not allowed to make me cry yet," she complains, though the smile never dims on her face as she steps down from the stool to stand in front of Elle, shoulders raised sheepishly.
It's strange, how much of a difference putting on the dress lends to the occasion. Hermione's wanted the white dress and wedding for so long, but it always felt like something she had to wait far longer for, something so far away that it was more of a distant concept than a reality.
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Date: 2014-08-30 07:50 pm (UTC)It's strange, how much of a difference putting on the dress lends to the occasion. Hermione's wanted the white dress and wedding for so long, but it always felt like something she had to wait far longer for, something so far away that it was more of a distant concept than a reality.
Now, everything's coming together.
"It's really happening, isn't it?" Hermione asks, cheeks flushed. "I'm really getting married."