Life's Little Turns
Chapter 2
"Harry James Potter! What the hell do you think you are doing here on my wedding day?" Hermione angrily screamed at him.
"Well, it was a very important day in my friends' lives… yet somehow I didn't receive an invitation." He pretended to ponder the question.
She rolled her eyes at his sarcasms. "Oh don't play like that with me! You certainly didn't need one, nor did you deserve one!"
"Oh come on, I was your best friend." Dramatically, he pauses. "I thought the two of you were mine, but I was evidently wrong. I'm gone for three years and you are getting married."
"Don't you dare! Don't you dare! You have no idea what I've been through these last years, and unlike someone, he didn't leave me. He didn't put me through the pain I went through every day. He didn't leave me waiting for him! Only to show up to tell me he was leaving forever! No, you have no right to do this to me!" She took a menacing step forward as she spoke poking him in the chest with her wand.
"And I'm sure you're so happy with him aren't you?" He sarcastically said before stepping away and begins to circle around her.
"Of course!" She seemed astounded by his question.
He laughs. "Then why were you wearing that fake smile?"
"Wha-what?"
"Oh come on! The one you make that you think fools everyone." He continues to circle around her.
Stuttering she attempts to regain control. "I-I don't know what your talking about!"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Fine, why are your eyes teary?"
"Ok, one: this is my wedding day." She said so as if explaining to a toddler. "People cry sometimes when they get married. Two: some idiot decided to show up and attempt to ruin it for me!"
"Oh, really who?" He replied jokingly. In response, she only groaned. "Seriously though. Does he do the sweet little things for you? Does he make you feel at home? Does he realize everyday what he has in you and find a new way to show it? Does he-"
"He does all the things he's supposed to do… All the things he can…" Hermione attempted.
"Does he make you think? Does he make you laugh even when you're fighting? Does he---"
"Stop! Of course he does!"
"Does he make you feel the way I did?" He moved closer to her.
She was silent as she crossed her arms and looked away. "Harry, what do you want me to say? That I don't really care about Ron, because I do. That he doesn't make me happy? Because he does. That he is an awful person? Because he's not. Harry you know him. He's not like that." She paused. "Do you want me to say he makes me cry every night? Do you want me to say he always leaves me questioning things? Do you want me to say that I'm constantly worried whether he will hurt me or not? Because that is something you also make me feel. And you always seem to forget that."
She looked back up at him only a few inches away from her face. Her eyes flickered to his lips and then his amazing green eyes, and there they stayed frozen in time. "Do you want me to say that I still love you?" She looked at him as she waited for an answer. He looked at her a moment before leaning in and kissing her on the lips.
Hermione melted into the kiss just as if it had all been yesterday. She lost all other senses in the sent of his cologne, the feeling of his lips. So, when the door opened behind them, they didn't notice until a voice quietly pleaded. Hermione broke away still leaning so close to Harry as she turned her head to her side.
"Hermione…" There in the doorway stood her best friend, her husband, the one that never hurt her, Ron. He was agape and shocked. He stood staring at the two before rushing away and out the reception hall.
-->