A/N: Hey you guys! This is sort of based on Julia Robert's movie "My Best Friend's Wedding," but only a few lines, plot twists and situations. Like the karaoke scene--remember that one? Look forward to reading about one, if you're like me and absolutely loved it. I hope that this isn't in conflict with any of the other stories slightly based on this movie, and if it is, my deepest apologies, I have yet to read any of them. Anyways, the PoVs will change at every ~-~-~-~ thing. I won't be posting who's pov it is, hopefully y'all will be able to tell, but if it gets too confusing I will.
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summary: Harry is in love with Hermione, and everyone knows about it--everyone but Ron and Hermione. Who conveniently are now engaged, just as Harry was about to reveal his feelings. What's a poor bloke to do?
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My Best Friends' Wedding
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Chapter One: Dinner
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"Um...wow, Hermione," I muttered, my eyes going wide as I took in the sight before me.
"I told you he would start drooling," Ginny noted, giggling as I quickly closed my mouth. Hermione blushed, fidgeting nervously in her dress.
"Do I look good, then?" she asked me, and I shook my head, wondering how she couldn't see how ravishingly beautiful she was at that particular moment. How she was always beautiful, some type of Greek Goddess that Aphrodite couldn't even compare to. How she-- "Harry?"
"Of course, Hermione. You look beautiful." As always. Hermione blushed again, stepping down from the last stair carefully and waving her wand in search of her coat.
"You guys ready?" Ginny asked, raking her fingers through her fiery red hair.
"It's just dinner, Gin," I replied, pocketing my own wand. "What's there to get ready for?"
"You'll see," she said, and there was something oddly familiar about her smile. It was more of a sneer, really. "What about Ron, Hermione?"
"Oh, he's going to meet us there." Of course. Hermione's....boyfriend. They had been on and off for the past few years, casually dating here and there. I thought nothing of it. At least, I hoped it wasn't anything I should worry about.
"Ready to go?" I asked, plastering on my the-boy-who-saved-us-all smile and opening the door.
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"Hey, Weasel." Whipping around I glared at the speaker, his grey eyes peering haughtily at me. "Haven't seen you in a while."
"Too bad you had to go ruin it," I growled, frowning.
"Oh, trust me, it wasn't my choice to meet you. But as we'll be related soon-"
"R-related?! What the bloody hell does-"
"I don't want to be related to you either, Ronniekins, but that Weaslet of yours, she's just such a sex goddess, and-"
"Don't you talk about my sister that way!"
"Well, okay, she's just so spunky in bed, and-"
"Telling all of our secret exploits now are we, Ferret?" a humored voice asked, and I noticed Ginny walking towards us, a smirk on her face.
"Ginny."
"Draco."
"You're late."
"All Hermione's fault."
"Remind me why I'm doing this again?"
"I'm a sex goddess, remember?"
"Only from experience with a sex god."
Ginny looked over at me, and noticing the slight green tinge adorning my face did she stop the relentless, rather disgusting flirting with her....boyfriend. I still can't believe it, to tell you the truth. I mean, Ginny and Ferretboy?! You can imagine my distress. And the fact that I completely loathed it. Well, at least I can take comfort in the fact that it won't amount to anything. Malfoy isn't the type of guy to settle down. And Ginny isn't stupid, she knows better than to--
"C'mon you guys, Hermione and Harry are waiting inside." Draco took Ginny's hand and lightly gave it a kiss, smiling at her. She smiled back, and it was those types of moments that made me realize that maybe, maybe Draco had feelings.
Maybe.
But that still didn't make it allright for him to date my sister.
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"I'm nervous." I looked over at her, looking stunningly beautiful, and noticed her biting her lip nervously, what she would do during the NEWTs every time I looked over at her. Not that I was cheating, mind you.
"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know...just a...premonition, I suppose."
"I thought you didn't believe in divination."
"I don't...it's just an instinct, or something. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, don't you Harry?" How in could she look at me with those beautiful, soft brown eyes and expect me to disagree?
"Oh, yeah, of course."
"But yeah, I feel like something's going to happen tonight..."
You don't know how much I love you, Hermione.
"Something that, I don't know, just something. There are books, you know, that say although divination is false, animalistic instincts should be followed."
You don't know how much I want to tell you.
"You wouldn't happen to feel anything, would you, Harry?"
But with you and Ron, and that, and I'm sure the two of you have shagged, which I hate, absolutely hate, but I still can't tell you, for Merlin's sake I've tried, but--
"Harry?"
"Hermione, I have to tell you something,"I blurted out, and it was when I saw her eyes go slightly wide in surprise did I register exactly what I had just said.
"Oh? What is it?"
"Well..that is, um...you know, we...uh...actually, it's more of a...well, I think...no, I know...for a few years now, I've, um..." I glanced up at her, which was my mistake. Definitely my mistake. Suddenly, I couldn't not say it. "Hermione, I'm in lo--"
"I found them!" Ginny exclaimed, sliding into the seat next to me. Ron plopped down next to Hermione, giving her a kiss on the cheek and sliding his arm around her. Smiling, she gave me a look that said, "We'll talk later" and took a sip from her water glass. "Anyway...before we begin, Draco and I have something to tell you." Elbowing him, he rolled his eyes before saying, "Yeah, big news."
"Well what is it?" Hermione asked after there was a brief silence. Grinning, Ginny looked over at Draco before saying,"We're getting married."
"You're getting what?!" Ron nearly screamed, and I could see his ears quickly turning red. "Wi--with him?! Are you bleeding out of your mind?!"
"Ron--"
"No, this is insanity! You must be bloody mad! You--"
"Weasley, we don't give a damn about what you think, you can go hex yourself and we wouldn't--"
"See! This is what you're marrying! A..a Malfoy!"
"I'm not marrying him because he is a Malfoy, Ronald--I'm marrying him because--"
"Because why! Because you love him?!"
"Well, yes! Because I love him!" Ron snorted, sitting back in his chair and glaring at Draco.
"Well, I doubt Draco loves you," he said, and Hermione gasped, hitting him in the arm. Ron didn't flinch, didn't take his eyes of Draco, while Ginny frowned, wondering how she ever got such a prat as a brother.
"As a matter of fact, Weasel, I don't love her." Turning to face her, he smiled, saying, "I'm just doing this to piss you off and to have the right to shag this woman. But the fact that I'm in love with her has nothing to do with that, whatsoever." I heard Ron snort again.
"Well, congratulations," she said, and Draco looked at her in surprise. Nodding, he muttered, "Thanks, Granger," and Hermione smiled, winking at Ginny.
"You're okay with this?!" Ron exclaimed, staring at Hermione.
"Of course I'm okay with it, Ron! They're obviously in love, and I want Ginny to be happy, and the only reason you're not okay with it is because of some stupid, childish, old feud between the two of you back in school." Ron scowled, crossing his arms and looking at Hermione.
"So you're really okay with it."
"Yes!" She replied, almost exasperately. "Love transcends anything. Even superficial images, Ron."
"Well, a lot of things are superficial," Ron said, grinning slightly as he reached into his pocket for something. "Like the marking of an engaged woman. Where's the ring, Ginny?" "In my pocket. Didn't want to spread the word without saying it first." Reaching into her pocket, she slipped it in, examining it in the light with a smile. Ron, finally grabbing whatever that was in his pocket, said, "Speaking of rings...I've got a bit of news, too." Looking at Hermione in a way I didn't like at all, he scooted his chair over. Kneeling down, he put the object in his hand and opened it for her to see.
"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" he asked.
No. Bloody. Way.
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