Who: Ginny, Bill What: Bill is getting married. Ginny thinks he's been dazzled by French breasts. When: BACKDATED, when Bill first announced he's marrying Fleur. Where: The Burrow. Rating: T.B.D., low likely.
Ginny Weasley was not jealous of Fleur Delacour. She wasn't that type of girl. She didn't dislike someone just because their stupid, perfect hair never frizzed when it rained, and they had no freckles, and had half the school trailing around after their tiny French feet, drooling all over themselves hoping for her attention. So it wasn't that she was jealous. She just didn't like Fleur. Fleur was snooty and superior and petty and French. Plus she was always fluttering her lashes and sticking out her chest, Ginny was convinced.
Plus Ginny didn't see the big deal. She had a snubby little nose. Why more people didn't notice that, she had no idea. And it was hard to even get a proper CONVERSATION in with a bloke if Fleur was around, since they all turned into staring, stuttering dolts as soon as she waltzed by.
But more importantly, Fleur had spent all of her time at Hogwarts whinging on and on about how much she hated Hogwarts, and pretty much everyone there. Apparently, she didn't mind digging her claws into former Head Boy Cursebreakers though.
There were things about Fleur to admire. She'd faced down a dragon, she'd gone into the maze, she was probably the strongest witch at Beauxbatons, so she had to be smart and capable. Ginny had to admit that.
But she was such a COW. And Ginny refused to believe that it was her being petty. She liked girls who were prettier than she was! She wasn't usually concerned with being prettier than anyone anyway. But then, usually they weren't using their pretty-veela wiles to convince her brother to date them. Fleur spoke to her like Ginny was an idiot, and pranced around the place with her snubby little nose turned up at everything.
Phlegm was just NOT good enough for Bill. She'd flit off after someone else as soon as she got bored anyway, and if Ginny had to listen to one more rant about English food, she was going to murder the older girl. Literally. She'd been trying to eye the stove to see if she could fit Fleur inside if she shoved hard enough.
So Ginny hadn't been thrilled about Bill dating her at all, and hadn't been at all shy about mentioning that. Multiple times. Every time she saw him. She'd still figured that it would run its course and Fleur would eventually squawk and go off to henpeck some other bloke. Sadly, she hadn't been so lucky yet.
And Ginny had an inkling what this conversation was about to lead to, since her mum had been in the kitchen, slamming things about and muttering to herself for the last hour.
But maybe she was wrong. Maybe it was something more cheerful. Like Bill was going blind. Or he'd tossed over Fleur and fallen in love with someone more suitable. Like a one-eyed goblin. "What?" she asked, once she'd plopped down on the edge of her bed to listen to whatever it was Bill had asked to talk to her about.