Life's Little Turns

Life's Little Turns

Today was the day. It should have been the happiest day of her life. Her wedding day. It should have gone over without a hitch, but what would life be without the little surprises that happen along the way? And with lives that they had led they should have been prepared for everything. The paparazzi, the drunks, the happiness, the sadness, the crying, and a threat or two, but they never anticipated something like this…

Hermione now stood in front of the mirror leaning over the sink. The vale long forgotten, the long silk dress trailed behind her. The door opened and she looked back through the mirror. Ginny stood frozen in the doorway. “Hermione, they're waiting for you. The wedding is over but he celebrating just began.” Hermione looked down at the ground. “They're about to start the toast?” Hermione nodded and moved away from the sink, following Ginny out into the crowded room. Instantly her face lit up and the masquerade covered her. Ginny had known her so long she knew when Hermione's happiness was fake.

Hermione was happy. She just had her moments when she was left alone… that her thoughts overcame her smart senses. “And of course here comes my bride!” The groom shouted to the room, they all laughed. She smiled and blushed as she made her way up to the center table. “Ron, now no need to make a spectacle of me!” Yes, she had just married none other than Ronald Weasley. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arm around her waist, before whispering in her ear. “Where have you been?”

“The bathroom. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Today is our wedding day. Just have some fun, ok?” She bitterly said fine. And then Draco stood up. “Ok, stop it you two. I am going to make a toast now, and I'd rather not see that kind of display right now!” Everyone laughed. “Ok now I do believe it is some custom that I the best man make a speech. I, of all people have to say that these two have helped me in so many ways and I only hope that they can be as happy as I am in my marriage.” He takes a moment to look at Ginny and she blushes. “They have been through time and time again trials that would test any relationship….” Hermione began to tune him out as she overlooked all guest quickly. Friends, family, all waiting to see that she and Ron had their “happily ever after.” There were so many that should have been there that didn't make it through the war. She realized that people that had showed her to live a life like she had were not even there to witness this important day. Harry had not been seen in years, after he had deserted her. He had disappointed so many. People believed that he could have been dead, but Hermione never did. He had to be alive. And so he was.The speech then came to a closing and she looked back up at Draco, who had proven to be a faithful friend in the end. “To Ron and Hermione!” The crowded repeated after him.

But as they drank another voice called out from the back ground. “Aye, a toast to my two best friends! Who would have guessed? Certainly not I.” Hermione's eyes flew around the room before finding the speaker. The dark figure stood in the back of the room. His eyes blazed. The crowd began to whisper around shocked. “I suppose, though I should've expected this much.” He casually strolled up toward the center of the room. “But I do recall someone making a promise. A promise to wait. Forever is so short these days any more though.” She sat in shock for a moment.

“How dare you. How dare you walk in here after 3 years? Leave now. I want you out of here.”

He looked around surveying the room and astonished faces before sarcastically laughing. “What for the party just started?” Standing up, with a quick flick of her wrist her and appeared in her hand. She quickly sent him sailing against the back wall. The crowd looked alarmed. Ron shook himself out of his shock as well and attempted to calm Hermione down. The daggers in her eyes stayed in place. And Ron realized the only way things would get better if Harry left.

“Harry, go! Hermione is right.” With a sarcastic laugh he stood and shook it off and banged open the back door. He left behind a very disturbed crowd. Hermione stood up from her seat. She was angrier than anyone had ever seen her as she stormed after him. “Hermione! He's gone it's all ok now! Hermione come back!” He faded out of her mind. She turned the corner and there stood Harry, waiting for her. “Well, well, well…what took you so long?”

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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.

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