Ron turned at the bar so that he was facing out over the rest of the customers. So many bloody drunks there, maybe he could find one woman to help him get his mind off of the one that he'd let get away three years ago tonight. The one woman that had moved on to someone new after only a year, even though he'd been in Slytherin at school. He wasn't from Gryffindor with them, in more than one way the man was his enemy. His eyes scanned the crowd, stopping on a familiar blonde head and the woman sitting next to him. There she was, looking as though she'd been sprinkled with glitter, her cheeks holding a rather fetching blush that he knew was not from the wine. Whatever it was that Draco was doing, it must have been right. Hermione was obviously in love with him, it was so plain that even a dementor could have seen it. He sighed and looked down at the mug of brew he held in his hand, wishing that he was still the one that she looked at like that. Why did he have to let her go? If he hadn't then maybe he could have been the one to put those stars in her eyes instead of that git, Malfoy. He could have sworn that those were actual stars he was seeing in her eyes. Bloody prat must have stolen them straight from the sky. Ron sighed again, not even trying to hide that he was openly staring at Hermione as he wondered why he hadn't been able to see before how beautiful she was.
Ron left the bar, feeling quite disgusted with himself. He hadn't even been in the mood to find some cheap entertainment for the night. He apparated himself in his room, flopped on his bed and pulled out a picture of her.
"I had you for so many years, 'Mione," He said to the picture in his hands, "And until tonight I couldn't see how special what we had was. I just wish that I could have seen it sooner and let you know, how much I love you."
Ron put her picture down on the pillow next to his, before laying down beside it. He curled up into a ball, tears flowing hotly down his face until he finally slipped into a dream filled sleep. He awoke the next morning feeling worse than he had the night before. He crawled out of bed and got his newspaper for the day, only to drop it again. For there on the front page were Hermione and Draco, smiling and waving. Him in a tuxedo, and her looking beautiful in a wedding dress that was traditional and untraditional at the same time. She definitely looked good in love. Why hadn't he seen it before? If only he had. If only it was him standing beside her in that picture.