With Hermione’s hand clasped in mine, I walked with her on to the dance floor. I held her close. She was my everything.
We danced slowly, and everyone’s eyes were on us. I gripped her tighter as more people joined us on the dance floor. Ginny was with Neville. Mr and Mrs Weasley were together. Bill was dancing with his little daughter Victoire, a very blonde little girl, the very image of her mother.
“I love you, Harry,” Hermione whispered to me, and she kissed me. She could actually reach me for once because of her heels. I picked her up anyway and swung her around.
“I love you too, Mrs Potter,” I whispered, and she giggled. The music stopped, and we walked back to our seats. I could feel one particular pair of eyes burning on us. Our best friend. Ron.
Ron had been with Luna ever since they got together after seventh year. They were now engaged. And Ron had no problem with Hermione and I. Obviously. Otherwise he wouldn’t be the Best Man at our wedding.
I looked over at him, and he nodded at me. I remembered briefly when we went to talk to him, after we found out.
Clasping Hermione’s hand tightly in mine, I walked slowly up the stairs. I was not looking forward to this confrontation, but it had to be done. I knocked on Ron’s door tentatively. There was no answer, so I pushed the door open, and we walked in. I sat down on the camp bed that had been set up for my stay. Ron looked up, and glared at us.
“How long has it been going on?” he asked under his breath. I sighed, and Hermione gave a shaky smile.
“I never cheated on you Ron. I would never do that, and Harry would never, either,” she said. Ron shook his head.
“I didn’t ask that. How long has it been going on?” he asked. Hermione bit her lip and looked down on the floor. I looked Ron in the eyes.
“It was about two weeks before you two became friends again,” I said, not breaking eye contact. Ron nodded, and looked down.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. I felt like mentioning the two years that he had been with Hermione, but I kept my tongue.
“Because we didn’t want to hurt you. Now your with Luna. We were planning on telling you, but things kept getting in the way,” I said, “Ron, you’re my best mate, I hate that this has hurt you. When you were saying I was trying to steal Hermione for my own, I hadn’t realised that I was in love with her. I did afterwards. And now, I can’t stop myself. I need to be with her.” Ron nodded, and gave me a small smile.
“I understand. I just need a bit of time to get used to it,” he said. I nodded, and stood up to leave. Hermione stood up as well.
“I’ll go to Grimmauld Place,” I told him, “Tell your Mum I knew it was time to leave. You don’t have to tell her anything you don’t want to tell her.” Ron nodded, but frowned. Hermione turned to look at me.
“You’re not going there on your own! My parents have more than enough room, we have two spare rooms. You can stay at my house!” she exclaimed. I paused, glancing back at Ron. He nodded.
“Sounds like the perfect plan,” he said in a twisted voice, “I’ll come visit you in a couple of days.” I nodded, and Hermione and I left the room, hands intertwined.
Ron stood up, and Luna clinked her champagne glass with a spoon. Everyone turned to look at Ron.
“Right, so, as Best Man, and the best friend of both these guys, I believe I’m required to make a speech. I’m sorry, Harry, Hermione, but you know how terrible I am at organising things, so this is going to be made up on the spot. At least you’ll know it’s what I really think,” he said. I smiled, and squeezed Hermione’s hand.
“So, anyway, I’ve known these two for what, eleven, twelve years? That sounds about right. They are wonderful friends. But today isn’t about our friendship. It’s about their love, isn’t it? Well, it’s their wedding. Anyway, right, speech. Okay. Hermione is Harry’s whole world. Everything that he does, he does for Hermione. And not in any sexual way. I don’t want to even think about that! Yuck!” he shuddered, and everyone laughed. Hermione blushed, and looked down. I rolled my eyes.
“Anyway, speech. There is no one as important to Harry as Hermione. She is the love of his life. Now, Hermione is completely crazy smart, and the perfect match for Harry. Hermione can calm Harry down whenever he is angry. Hermione can slow Harry down when he feels the needs he has to go be a hero again. And, well, everyone knows about Harry’s hero complex. Hermione is completely in love with Harry. They are absolutely perfect for each other, and I’m so glad they have each other! To Harry and Hermione!” he said, raising his glass and taking a sip of champagne.
“To Harry and Hermione!” everyone called, taking a sip. There was a huge blowing noise, and everyone looked at Hagrid, who was crying. I stifled a laugh and Hermione elbowed me.
“Ow!” I cried. Everyone laughed. Ron walked over to us, and sat down on the seat next to me.
“That was a useless speech,” he said, hanging his head. I shook my head, and Hermione leant across to pat Ron’s hand.
“It was wonderful, Ron. It came from the heart, and it meant a lot to me, and I’m sure it meant a lot to Harry as well,” she said. He gave a small smile.
“Shouldn’t the Best Man get a dance with the bride? I’ll go dance with the Maid of Honour,” I said, getting up. Hermione moved towards Ron, who took her onto the dance floor, and they started dancing. I walked over to Ginny.
“Miss Maid of Honour, can I have this dance?” I asked. She nodded, beaming, and I took her hand and lead her out to the dance floor. Neville went to dance with Luna.
“I want to thank you, Ginny,” I said, “For all the help you gave for this wedding, and for helping me realise I loved Hermione.” She smiled, and I could see tears running down her cheeks.
“You’d have figured it out eventually. I just kept going on about it, giving you a little nudge,” she said, “and of course I helped out with the wedding. It’s Hermione’s wedding, and we’re tight.” I laughed. I twirled her around, and then she came back.
“You’re vows were very beautiful. I could see Ron gagging behind you, but they were really quite sweet. Hermione really is lucky,” she said. I smiled at her, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Not jealous there, Miss Weasley?” I joked. She gave out a laugh, and shook her head.
“I love Neville. I could never want to be with anyone else,” she said. I smiled at her.
“That’s exactly how I feel about my wife,” I said, loving calling Hermione my wife. Ginny grinned at me, as the music stopped, and I walked her over to Neville. I felt a hand touch mine, and I turned around to see Hermione. She pulled my hand, and led me out of the marquee. It was a clear night, not a single cloud. I gazed up at the stars, and then looked at my wife, my Hermione, my star.
“You’re much more beautiful than any star,” I said. Hermione laughed, and pointed up at one group of stars.
“It’s Sirius. I think he’s watching you. And your parents. I’m sure they’re happy for you,” she said, as I put an arm around her shoulders. I smiled at her. I knew she was right. I knew my parents would have liked Hermione. My Mum would’ve liked her study habits. My Dad would like her just because Mum did. Not to mention that Hermione had such a good heart. A most wonderful heart, that belonged to me.
I was a very blessed man. I had a wonderful wife, and everything was out in the open. There were no lies between Hermione, Ron and I. We knew the truth. And that was a wonderful thing.
AN~ Ok, so I decided to be evil...start it on Harry and Hermione's wedding, you guys don't know how things turned out with Ron...at first. Anyway, this story is over. Officially. I have briefly considered doing a one shot sequel, but we'll just have to see, won't we? Anyway, thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story so far! All the reviews have helped me so much, helped me get to the end! Thanks for reading, and pleave leave me a review!