"I want you to know
With everything I won't let this go
These words are my heart and soul
I'll hold on to this moment you know
Because I'd bleed my heart out to showAnd I won't let go"

-With Me by Sum 41

It tugged at his heartstrings a little, watching the two dance. His green eyes- his mother's- watched them twirl around the floor staring intently at each other.

Her beautiful face staring at his, like no one in the room existed. Well to her it was probably true, Harry reasoned. Hermione always felt so passionate about anything she loved.

No, he shouldn't be having those thoughts about the bride. After all Harry was not only one of the Hermione's best friend- but Ron's best friend and best man.

Sitting next to his own pretty red headed fiancé, holding her hand under the table should be enough for him. Sadly enough it wasn't.

Sure Ginny was smart, funny, nice, and of course very pretty. Harry only had one problem with her; she wasn't Hermione.

Harry wanted so bad to replace Ron right now. He wanted it to be him that was twirling Hermione around, laughing at a joke he told that no one else but Hermione could hear. He ached to be Ron.

Never in his life was he so jealous of someone, nevertheless Ron. The only time it had come this close was in their fifth year when Ron made prefect and he didn't.

He had his chance with Hermione plenty of times. For a very long time it was a simply platonic love that he held for the girl but it accumulated to more. By the time it had, it was fairly obvious that Ron fancied Hermione.

Since he had met Ron everyone always fawned and doted over Harry, Ron just appeared to be the faithful sidekick. Harry always felt bad about it, he figured he'd just let Ron have Hermione. It was just a crush- he'd get over it soon enough.

Oh how wrong he was, that's how he ended up here at their wedding, holding the hand of a girl he didn't love as more than a sister. He had to suck it up though, this wasn't about him.

Dumbledore had always told Harry that he was selfless. There were only two times where he really believed it. When he thought he had died trying to save the wizarding world and now. Harry always held his friends' happiness well above his own so for now he had to swallow his pride and watch the girl he loved and his best friend dance.

It didn't matter anymore, his friends were happy and that's all that mattered to him.

That was much easier to write than I expected. I feel bad about leaving Harry heartbroken and so angst ridden, but I wanted to keep it as cannon as possible. It's my first HarryHermione so I hope I did alright. I plan on writing some more in the near future.

Disclaimer: Jo Rowling owns everything I just wrote about.