A/N: Estaria, I'm also a fan of R/Hr...don't you hate it in a H/Hr when Ron is portrayed as this asshole that Hermione would never consider dating? I hate that, Ron's my favorite character out of all the books! So just a note, if any of y'all enjoy those fanfics where Ron is the obvious bad guy and Harry "deserves" to be with Hermione, this isn't the fic for you.
Spaz141, where did Draco kiss Harry? I was so sure I had him kissing Ginny...
Traydr vic, I'm glad you like. But I can't just have Harry tell, I mean he's a good guy and cares about Ron as much as he cares about Hermione! He can't just do that to his best mate...*sniff* poor dear.
Linkinchick89, I absolutely love "My Best Friend's Wedding." It's a great chick flick, and I hope you do get to watch it sometime soon!
Rainbow star, yeah, sry for the angst...lol.
Aw ridzwan, KypDurron, show some mercy!
Danielerin, thanks for the comment about my writing style! I tried having it be Ginny first but it didn't work out as nicely as I hoped it would...glad you liked!
Katakali, I soo don't want Ron to suffer, but we all know he will, the poor dear. And oh gosh don't we all love Drackie?
Thanks to Hermione's Phoenix, Goodygirl, usha88, sweetkiwi456, SilverMoonlight, Draco's Gurl, and star22 for your reviews!
Thanks to all you anonymous reviewers too!
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My Best Friends' Wedding
chapter three: Fight, pt 2
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(Harry)
I stood outside her flat, debating with myself on whether or not I should go on. Swallowing, I raked my hands through my hair, a layer of sweat enveloping my skin.
"Harry?" I twirled around, my green eyes wide.
"H-hey Hermione," I stuttered, trying to smile. "I'm, uh, just...um..." Hermione smiled at me giddily, her eyes slightly glazed over. "Hermione...you're not drunk...are you?"
"Why would you *hic* think I was, Harry dear?"
"Then what are you doing, walking home? Don't you usually apparate?"
"Oh, Harry, you think too much. It's just such a bootiful night, that's all..." I frowned, my hands coming to rest themselves on Hermione's shoulders as I walked her up to her flat.
"I'm going to make you a sobering potion, Hermione."
"Oh Harry," she giggled, swatting at my hands. I shook my head, wondering exactly how stupid Ron was to get Hermione drunk. We both knew she couldn't hold her liquor very well. Stupid git.
"Haaarry," Hermione was singing, laughing. "Harry bo berry fo fii...fi fi...fo...flurry! Haha! Flurry! Fairy!"
"Merlin, Hermione," I said, smiling against my own will.
"Look, look Harry, my ring!" I froze, swallowing as Hermione wiggled her ring finger in my face. "My ring! I'm...I'm a marked woman!"
"Yeah, Hermione."
"Why you didn't ever propose to me, Harry?"
"Wh-what?"
"It's a simple queshion," Hermione whispered, giggling madly. "You didn't never propose to me!"
"Well, um, Hermione-"
"I woulda said yesh, yesh yesh yesh yesh...yesh..." And all of a sudden, Hermione fell backwards, falling asleep into my chest. I staggered backwards, surprised, trying to keep Hermione from falling flat on her face.
It was then that I noticed Hermione's engagement ring about to fall off her finger. As her hand dangled a bit more, it fell off completely, clinking against the floor as it rolled.
"Damnit Ron," I whispered, trying to bend over to pick it up. "Don't even know her ring size..." Unfortunately, Hermione's weight didn't agree to the angle I was moving to. She fell on top of me, in a very...comfortable position.
"Damnit."
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Finally I got inside Hermione's flat, and as I lay Hermione on her sofa, I walked to her kitchen in search of the necessary ingredients for a sobering potion. Opening the cabinet, the first thing I saw was that all the ingredients had been re-alphabetized and rearranged since the last time I had visited her in her flat. Figures.
"Oh Hermione, what are we going to do with you," I said, grinning as I took out the ingredients I needed. "You've got way too much time on your hands."
After a quick five minutes I had the potion simmering on the kitchen table, and as I turned to leave, I noticed I still had her engagement ring in my hand. Raising it to the light I scrutinized it, frowning. Glancing at Hermione's sleeping figure I sighed, walking towards her. Taking out my wand, I hesitated, yet cast a shrinking charm so that the wedding ring would fit perfectly on her finger. Smiling, I slipped it on, a sense of unwanted satisfaction bubbling within me. Then setting her hand down, I wiped a few tendrils of hair away from her face, smiling involuntarily at her innocent beauty.
I saw her lips twitch upwards, then, as she sighed, her eyes slid open.
"Harry?" she whispered, her eyes widening inquisitively. "Wha-"
But it was then that I could no longer control my desire to feel her soft lips against mine. I leaned in instinctively, capturing her lips with mine.
And I was falling.
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(Hermione)
I felt a presence beside me, warm fingers sliding over my skin as a ring was set on my finger. The same warm fingers brushing the hair out of my face, and I could sense more than feel the hesitancy in that movement. Opening my eyes I saw Harry's green orbs staring into mine, something in his eyes I had never seen before.
Raw love.
"Harry?" I asked inquisitively, my brown eyes widening. "Wha-"
But it was then that he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss. My eyes closed shut of their own accord as we tested waters, this feeling so good, so...right...
Harry... My eyes snapped open as I hurriedly pushed Harry away from me, my mouth wide in alarm. "Ron," I whispered, and Harry frowned, a deep hurt etched in his eyes as he turned away from me.
"Harry," I said louder, reaching for him. "I-"
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Harry whispered, his voice cracking. Turning around to look at me, my heart reached for him as I saw the anguish masked in his face. Sighing, he turned back away from him and walked away from me, opening the door and walking out.
I sat up, frozen in my spot on the sofa, raising my fingers to touch my lips gently.
I wanted to run after him.
But it would mean running away from Ron.
Something I couldn't do now. Not with the ring weighing heavily on my hand.
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(Ginny)
I sat on my couch, reading the Daily Prophet as I hummed along to a song on my muggle radio. Placing a wild strand of hair behind my ear I turned the page, deeply engrossed in an article about the formation of a new Quidditch Team in Ireland. Rain pounded on the windows of my flat, a soft lullaby making me smile.
A sudden pop made me raise my head in alarm. There, in the middle of my living room, was Harry Potter, soaked from head to toe.
"Ginny," he whispered. I blinked, then setting the Daily Prophet down, took my wand out of my pocket and cast a drying charm in Harry's direction. Suddenly dry, I could see the tear staining his face.
"Oh, Harry..."
"No," he replied, trying to smile. "I'm okay, really."
"What happened?" I asked, getting up from the sofa and walking to him.
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "I just...I don't know why I'm here, really. I was trying to apparate home."
"Did something happen with Hermione?" I asked, stepping in front of him. Seeing his eyes flicker, I knew it had to be about Hermione. Knew it had to be about her the moment he apparated into my living room. "What happened, Harry?"
"I kissed her, Ginny." My eyebrows raised of their own accord. "I kissed Ron's fiancé. And...I don't regret it." He turned towards me, and I could see the pain etched in his face. "She doesn't love me."
"Harry, I-"
"Because she pulled away from me and the first thing she said was his name."
"I don't think-"
"But I love her, damnit!" Harry screamed in anguish, his jaw clenching. "I'm in love with her..." I sighed, running my hands through my hair as I tried to figure out what to say. Harry, instead, sat down on the sofa and buried his face in his hands. I walked to him, setting my hands on the sides of his face and raising them up to meet mine.
"Harry," I began. "You can't just give up." Harry snorted, his red rimmed eyes glaring at me through his glasses.
"You don't understand, Gin. Hermione...she makes Ron happy. Who am I to take her away from him? To do anything to make him see that I love her? To be a barrier in their happiness? I was just being selfish."
"Sometimes, being selfish is what you have to do."
"No..." Harry whispered, sighing. "Ron and Hermione have given up so much for me. It's about time I repaid them."
"By ignoring your feelings?!"
"By staying out of it." I could hear the despair in his voice, and I knew he had made up his mind. He pulled me to him then, burying his face in my shoulder as he trembled.
I tried to comfort him, but I knew I could do no such thing.
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(Draco)
I was walking in Diagon Alley, searching for a gift for Ginny, when I saw Granger staring wistfully at the sky while sitting on a chair in front of the Three Broomsticks. Instinctively I wanted to walk past her; she wouldn't notice me. But I knew what I had to do.
Sighing I walked to her, my expensive shoes clicking on the ground with every step.
"Granger," I said, snapping her out of her stupor.
"D-Draco," she stuttered, looking at me. "What a surprise?"
"Yes," I drawled, sitting down next to her. "What a surprise."
"What are you doing here?" She asked, petting her hair nervously.
"Shopping," I said, my brow furrowing. What the hell was Granger doing?
"Oh, well, of course, that's what one does when one comes to Diagon Alley," she replied, laughing nervously. Swallowing, she looked around wildly, her hands trembling. I grabbed them in my own hands, trying to stop her nervousness.
"Granger," I said, looking into her eyes. "You okay?"
"O-of course," she stuttered, trying to smile. "You can let go of my hands, Draco."
"Not until you tell me what's wrong." She stared at me then, her mouth agape as she tried to process what I had just said.
"Wh...whatever do you mean, Draco? Nothing's wrong, I'm-"
"Is it about Pothead?" She flinched, and I knew it was about him. "And Weasley, right?"
"Well-"
"He's in love with you, you know," I said, letting go of her hands. Hermione swallowed nervously until I said, "Weasley, you know."
"Oh, well, of course he does, um.." I smiled evilly then, enjoying my little game. What a cruel, cruel little ferret I was.
"Potter does too, of course." Hermione didn't reply; she instead twirled a lock of hair around her finger as she nibbled on her lip nervously.
"You know, Granger, I'm surprised at you."
"Why's that?"
"You're supposedly the smartest witch Hogwarts has ever seen, maybe with the exception of Rowena Ravenclaw."
"Oh, I wouldn't say-"
"But you're so bloody blind when it comes to love."
"What-"
"Just think about it," I said, smirking, as I got up from my chair. "Don't settle for the next best thing. You deserve better."
Ah, the wonders of the world. How I ever ended up complimenting Granger I'll never know. But truth be told, she did deserve the best. Obviously, that had to be the next best thing as well, as Granger could never have me. My sweet self was saved only for the most vixen of women. The Ginny Weasley.
I smirked. I was whipped and proud.
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(Hermione)
I sat there, in my chair, minutes after Draco had walked away from me. I twirled my engagement ring around my finger; or tried to. It would no longer do no such thing. Looking down, I noticed that my ring now fit perfectly against my finger
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