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The Best Man

She looked like she was gliding as she walked towards him, her arm tangled with her father's, her eyes shining, lips smiling and at times quivered since she was brimming with happiness. When she appeared, it reminded him the way she came down the stairs for the Yule Ball donned in a dress, making him realize how pretty she was.

She always had her simple tastes decorating her elegantly; that Harry wasn't surprised how easy it was for her to look beautiful in her simple wedding dress. She held flowers that looked similar to the ones she conjured for his parent's grave and she had not straightened her curly locks to keep up with the occasion. He was glad. He liked her hair curly and he had a feeling that she knew that. She smiled at him as she stepped on to the altar and he could see that she was bursting with excitement the way her breasts swelled and her thumbs twiddled against her bouquet.

He watched her as his best friend, Ron, took her small hand in to his large ones and guided her to stand next to him.

This was it. His best friends were getting married.

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"You may exchange rings"

He saw Ron turn to him expectantly. Harry's fingers shook slightly as he pulled out the box from his pocket. Ron had left him to buy the specific ring he had chosen for the occasion before he left for his Chudley Cannons match. But when Harry had gone to buy the ring, his thoughts had attacked him. Hermione didn't like those types. The flashy and big diamonds and rubies. She was the simple but elegant, convenient but graceful.

He couldn't help it when he chose a different ring instead. He knew it wasn't right to do so, but his thoughts and Hermione's face nagged him.

And now Ron was going to see it for the first time. He watched his friend open the box and Ron's eyes flickered towards Harry with confusion but nevertheless pulled it out. Harry curiously watched Hermione's reaction to it and he felt triumph wash through him as she looked at it adoringly. Of course, she was going to love it. It slipped in to her finger easily.

And she loved the vows Ron said. The vows Harry had written since Ron had been on tour.

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He watched as the newlyweds danced, or shifted on their feet to be exact. He knew Ron wasn't a dancer (which he perfectly understood why) and he hadn't had time to practice because of Quiddich. But they looked content and Hermione didn't seem to mind.

When the next song started, people started to join them on the floor. Mr and Mrs Granger, Mr and Mrs Weasley, George and Angelina, Bill and Fleur. Ginny made a bee line to him.

"It's a custom." She supplied.

Harry nodded and took her hand and thought why not just this once? Their relationship was rocky but this was his best friend's wedding. The best man and the maid of honour always danced.

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"Oh Harry." She said fondly. There were countless times she said the two words; either with worry, relief or adoration. He sometimes wondered whether it would sound the same during other circumstances. How different would it sound if she sighed it when he rubbed her back, or moaned it when he bit her neck or cried it when she came undone underneath him?

She looked happy. Of course she would. Why wouldn't she? Hermione's face was flushed with joy, her eyes gleaming as she looked up at him. Didn't she realize how short she was? Ron looked like a giant next to her. Harry's thoughts strayed treacherously on how they had or would have sex until he pulled himself together. What was he thinking?

"You know I'm not a good dancer." He said.

"It's the Best Man's duty to dance with the bride." Hermione pointed out, her hand gliding on his shoulders, effectively sending a shiver down his spine.

They were shifting on the spot like she and Ron had done since Harry was not intending to step on toes or crash in to the dancers nearby.

"Well, I'm sorry you're stuck with me." Harry offered.

Hermione shook her head. "I'd pick you any day." It felt like it meant about something other than dancing and Harry liked the sound of it.

"So you danced with Ginny." She noted.

"It meant nothing." He shrugged. "It was for the sake of customs."

"Maybe that's what you want to think."

He shook his head. "I don't think Ginny and I would make it to where you are right now." He said, quite apologetically. A brief silence followed.

"You wrote the vows, didn't you?" Hermione said, out of nowhere.

Harry's lips parted and wondered whether to deny it or not. Was she accusing him? Had Ron come clean over it?

"What makes you think so?" He asked slowly.

She laughed. "I know you, Harry. 'Love is an abstract idea. If it was a word, I know we're the definition'? Ron was never that poetic."

"I'm sorry. Ron didn't have time and he wasn't confident he could write anything up." Harry said. "It's not his fault, he was really busy."

She shushed him. "It's fine, Harry."

"You don't mind?"

"No. I enjoyed it." She assured him.

"You know Ron loves you."

"I do." She smiled wistfully, but her eyes were directed firmly on to his. Harry wanted to say more but he had nothing else that came across his mind so he let the music fill the silence in. It was then he thought the music sounded rather familiar. He saw Hermione's eyes blink with recognition and he knew she saw that he recognized it too. Her hands took his and they began to sway in familiar movements. He grinned and she replied with a laugh.

His knees bended awkwardly and arms moved as if they were flat flobberworms. Hermione giggled at his terrible dancing and Harry pulled her in to his arm, twirling her around, their robes and dresses swishing with their song. They swayed and spun, drowning everyone else with the music.

It was just Harry and Hermione in the tent, dancing to the music on the radio. No brightest witch, nor a boy who lived. And Harry realized then, that this moment could have been his wedding, not Ron's.

They were now pressed together, one arm around each other's waist and the other holding their hand. The pace of their movements slowed down as Hermione rested her hand on his shoulder and rested her chin on her hand. Both Harry's arms wound around her waist as he rested his cheek against her head. They didn't notice some people eye them curiously as their faces crossed a solemn look. They didn't notice Ginny look at them, who knew all too well that this connection that they kept alive for years was never going to be the same again.

The song ended and they pulled their faces back to look at each other like they did that night. She had untangled herself from him that night and gone outside. He had just sat back down to brood about what had happened. But now they're eyes were glued on to each other. Her eyes were dilated and her chest brushed against his every time she took a breath, the lace brushing against his cotton robes. Reality was dawning again like the sun did every 24 hours.

"What happened, Hermione?" Harry murmured.

"I don't know." She said, probably for the first time since he met her. Her teeth that once used to be large, bit on her lower lip and it would have been so easy for him to release them and capture them between his own, suckle them and feel them.

"It won't ever be the same, will it?" He said, a bit of anger seeping in to his voice. He hated how everything had to change. He had parents, the next moment they were gone. He had a godfather and then not. He was a target among thousands, then a chosen one. And one thing he always had and depended on was taken away from him.

This was when Ron stepped in and clapped his back. "Hey, mate. Mind if I have my wife back?" He said in a light manner, but Harry could hint the possessiveness in his voice. Hermione winced slightly as she recognized it and stepped away to join her husband.

The one thing he always had and depended on was taken away from him.

"Yeah, go ahead." Harry said, looking at Hermione for her answer but she merely looked away. "Well, congratulations guys." He pulled a grin, hoping that it wouldn't look like a grimace.

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When he got to the door, he ran in to Ginny.

"I'll tell them someone called you out on an assignment." She assured, knowingly.

Harry nodded and thanked her, loosening his tie as he apparated straight to Grimmauld place, flinging his robes on to the floor. He felt alone more than ever

Thanks for reading. This little thing came out of nowhere and I just had to type it out.

Let me know your thoughts, cause I think I could use some feedback on making this better.