This is for Resa (halfravenhalfclaw), my amazing Beater 1. Thank you for being in my team. I'm so glad to have you!

Reserve League - S6, R9, I Am Woman - Chaser 3 (Ginny Weasley), [optional prompts: (dialogue) "It's so good to be home.", (scenario) an argument over what the best colour is, (word) harm

Quidditch Supplies - (pairing) Harry/Ginny

Are You Crazy Enough To Do It? Challenge: 149. (color) Purple

WC. 1278

The Opinions of a Bored Husband

"I personally think you'll look great in whatever colour you choose."

Ginny flashed Harry a scathing look, but he didn't even notice. They'd been in Diagon Alley for two hours already, while Ginny had held up almost every colour fabric against herself to determine which one would be the best suited. He wasn't even paying attention anymore.

"You're such a help, you know?" she snapped, before turning back to Madam Malkin.

"Hm." Malkin looked Ginny up and down for a moment before waving her wand. The pins began to tighten the pale blue fabric around her body.

"No."

Harry looked up just before the fabric fell at Ginny's feet. "I think that colour suits you."

"You said that about the last five," Ginny reminded him.

"It still isn't a lie." He sighed. Why was he even here? And since when did Ginny fuss over how she looked?

"Since your two best friends are getting married." That was right. He'd already asked her that about ten colours ago.

Apparently Hermione cared very little what Ginny - a bridesmaid - wore, as long as it was something both she and Luna could wear and look good in. Luna had been busy today, Hermione was doing something else for the wedding, and so Harry had been forced to come along to help his wife choose the right colour.

Really, Hermione should have been doing it. Or even Ron.

"Maybe this one," Madam Malkin said, bringing over a canary yellow fabric that looked very similar to the three other yellows she'd had.

But Ginny took one look at it and shook her head. "I just don't think it will work."

Madam Malkin nodded. "I think you're right."

Harry sighed.

"You have an opinion, Harry?" Ginny asked. "Because all you seem to be doing is huffing and puffing and not contributing anything useful."

"My opinions are ignored," Harry retorted.

"All you've said is 'that looks good,' which isn't helpful."

"Well, what do you want me to say?" Harry asked, feeling annoyed that Ginny was being so difficult about this. She asked for an opinion, he gave one, but then it wasn't good enough. This was why men stayed out of this side of the wedding planning. It was far too complicated.

"Your honest opinion," Ginny said.

Harry threw his hands in the air in defeat. "I've been giving you that! I think you'll look great in it all, because you usually do. All the Ministry balls, the Quidditch parties we've attended over the years, you've looked amazing every single time. So I just know it will be the same this time round."

Apparently surprised by his response, Ginny flushed slightly and gave a half smile to Madam Malkin. "Maybe we can… go over the others again?"

Returning the smile, Madam Malkin nodded, and with a flick of her wand, all the rejected fabrics were separated and folded, ready to go again.

"Alright, think of it in this way," Ginny said. "If you're going to be all cute about me, maybe pretend I'm Luna."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you know what I mean. And don't be smart about it. What colour do you think would look good on me and Luna?"

Harry stood up from the chair he'd been sitting in since colour one. He walked over to the neatly folded squares and studied the colours.

"Pick your top three," Ginny added.

Harry took his time. He had no choice. If he got it wrong, then they'd go back to square one again and be there for another two more hours. If he picked carefully, then they would potentially listen to his opinion and choose.

"I really liked this one on you," he said eventually, picking up the pale blue square. Ginny smiled as he passed it to her. "And… it would suit Luna, too, I guess."

"And the other two?"

"Maybe the red?"

Ginny nodded, accepting that one too. "Last one?"

Harry thought, looking at the options. "I can't see it here."

"Which one?" Ginny asked. Her tone had completely changed now that he was paying attention.

"The purple one. It was one of the first ones. That was probably my favourite."

"This one?" Madam Malkin picked up a pale purple cloth from the centre.

Harry nodded. "Yes, that one. My vote is for that one."

Ginny studied the three options for a long time. She had disregarded the purple one fairly quickly last time, ignoring Harry's thoughts at the time. "I just don't know if -"

"Who's going to be looking?" Harry asked. "Ron isn't going to be looking at his sister, I can assure you. Probably will forget entirely that Luna is there. The other guests… maybe a glance or two… As for me…."

"I really like the red," Ginny said.

"Okay. But I still like the purple," Harry said.

"It's such a hard decision. I want to get it right. For Hermione."

"If it was that important to her, she'd be here. She obviously trusts you to make a decision. And you trust me, don't you?"

"Well, I don't know, Harry. You seem to only be thinking of how I'll look."

"You'll be the one wearing it." Harry shrugged. "Besides, if you wanted an unbiased opinion, you probably should have brought someone apart from your husband."

Ginny smiled. "That's fair. Alright, so red or purple?"

"The purple," Harry said.

"I think the red," Madam Malkin argued. "Red goes with a lot more, so you'd be safer with that choice."

Harry resisted a sigh. So, they were stuck where they had started. Unsure on a colour.

"Purple suits her better. And would suit Luna."

"With all due respect, Mr Potter, I have been in this business for longer than you have been alive. I have made robes for many weddings. Red is always a good choice. It goes with most themes."

"I still like the purple."

Ginny bit her lip, looking between them. She seemed torn. The experienced seamstress witch or her husband? "Let's try them both on again," she said after a moment. "Then I'll decide. There's no harm in being sure."

…

"It's so good to be home. Finally." Harry tossed the package from Madam Malkin's aside and kicked off his shoes. "Four hours too long in a robe shop, if you ask me."

"Don't worry," Ginny said. "One day, you'll be going back to get fitted for a dress robe for yourself."

"Will be in and out in five minutes, I'm sure," Harry said.

"You would think, but I don't know. Ron has been pretty fussy about the wedding."

"Not your level of fussy, though. What is it about the Weasleys?" Harry asked. "A wedding comes around and the lot of you turn into a big pile of mush."

Ginny smiled, reaching up to kiss him. "Weddings are fun. They bring out the best in people."

"And the worst," Harry commented. "Twenty-five colours? Really? For something you'll wear only once?"

Ginny smiled again. She retrieved the package from the ground where Harry had tossed it and opened the box. Inside was the dress prototype. "You think Hermione will be happy with the colour?"

"Of course," Harry said. "Sending you alone tells me she would be happy with whatever colour."

"I'm just… not sure."

"You'll look amazing. Trust me. You always do. I meant it."

"Well, I suppose I have to trust your judgement then?"

Harry grinned. "You sure will. My judgement is you'll look stunning and I won't be able to keep my eyes off of you. Is that a good one?"

Ginny threw her arms around his neck, planting yet another kiss on his lips. "The best," she said.

Resa, I hope you like this! I haven't done Hinny for so long (as a main pairing) so I enjoyed this. Thank you to Autumn, again, for beta-ing. Much appreciated!