A/N: SO! This was floating around in my head as a story. FOR NOW it is a one shot, and probably will be until I either get more headway with my other story, or I finish with qualifying exams. I have a general GIST of where I would like this to go. BUT I would love your feedback on ideas (how you want the characters developed, if I should try and follow cannon and tie it, or go completely on a tangent) But as I said be forewarned that this won't be started on for a while...

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Hermione had never seen such a beautiful sight in her life. Fleur Delacour was breathtaking. Now Hermione had seen Fleur in a dress before at the Yule Ball, first laying eyes on her from across the Great Hall. Hermione will never forget that night, will never forget how their eyes met from across the hall. No words had to be spoken between the two of them, they both just knew, they both felt it.

They met outside that night underneath the stars and shared their first dance. Shared their first kiss. That night they stayed out until the early morning hours, completely lost in each other's eyes. Hermione thought that Fleur would never look as beautiful as she did that night, but she was wrong.

Tonight, tonight Fleur was the most beautiful sight in the entire world, and Hermione dared anyone to prove her wrong. However, no one did because they all agreed with her. And what made Fleur exponentially more stunning tonight? Simple. Every woman is most stunning on the day that they get married. Her face softened and graced with a permanent smile, a private smile normally reserved for her lover that on display for the entire world to see. So that everyone may witness the utter devotion she has to her beloved.

Hermione watched as Fleur made her way around the reception tent warmly greeting all her guests. Hermione would give her wand hand to go steal a kiss from the lovely bride, but she knew now wasn't the time. Soon though, very soon.

Harry walked up to her and gave her a knowing smile.

"She looks absolutely stunning 'Mione."

"I know," smiled Hermione.

The music started indicating the traditional first dance between the bride and groom. And with that Bill grabbed his blushing bride and lead Fleur out to the dance floor.

"Soon," said Harry, "we will figure this out and she will be back."