Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and the people of Hogwarts. I just use them for my own twisted plots.

A/N: This is going to be a lot shorter than my Holly Potter series. I wanted to write something to distract me…

Speak now, or forever hold your peace.

Harry had been involved with the wedding plans of his two best friends from the beginning. He knew that those seven words would not be uttered during the ceremony, but they were still plaguing his mind. Ron and Hermione were going to be united as husband and wife in mere hours. There was just one problem with that.

Weddings were about happiness and love and that was the problem. Harry was sitting in the pub, drinking firewhiskey and trying to figure out whose happiness was most important to him on the day his best friends tied the knot. And as if his day couldn't get any odder it was Malfoy of all people who helped him decide on what he should do.

The young former Gryffindor was sitting at the bar for an hour or two, nursing his drink, when his dreaded enemy from school walked in. The blonde wizard walked over and sat down next to Harry, "If it isn't Harry Potter, the annoying Boy-Who-Lived-and-Died-and-Lived-Again. What brings you to the pub on this momentous occasion? Aren't you supposed to be the best man for your annoying little tag-alongs? I don't think Granger will be too happy if you ruin the wedding."

Thinking he was not nearly drunk enough to deal with someone who made his Hogwarts years unbearable, Harry rolled his eyes as he made a move to get up, "I don't have the time or the energy to deal with a waste of space like you, Malfoy. I'd say it's a pleasure to see you again, but that would just be a horrible lie. I can't think of a time it's ever been a pleasure."

Surprisingly, Draco stopped him from leaving, "Wait, just sit down again. It's stupid of us to keep acting like we're in Hogwarts. If Professor Snape taught us anything, it's that holding a childhood grudge never works out well. Besides, you look like you need someone to talk to."

Thinking for a long moment, the twenty-year-old with the lightning-shaped scar finally sat back down, "And you care why?"

The blonde shrugged as he ordered his own drink, "I don't care, really. I'm bored and in need of amusement and you clearly are a man in need of an objective ear. Works well for both of us, wouldn't you agree? Clearly, you can't talk to Granger or Weasley about this."

Taking another long gulp of his drink so he could think for a minute, Harry glanced at his old classmate. Alcohol and worry combined to make him more foolhardy than usual, so he sat down, "You know what, you're right! Maybe you'll know what I should do."

Looking vaguely amused, the former Slytherin didn't say anything as he quirked an eyebrow. Harry took a deep breath before speaking again, "So, say that your two most favorite people in the world are planning on getting married, but you have some vital piece of information that you think should be known before they get married. The only problem is that this information could ruin your friendship with both of them. What do you do?"

Sorting through what Harry was going on about, Draco took a sip of his own drink and then spoke, "So, you know something that could change how they feel? I think the most important question you should ask yourself is whether this information would do more harm if it was known or kept to yourself. Once you answer that, then you'll know what you should do."

Harry set his firewhiskey down as he thought about what Draco had said. After a few moments of silence, he picked up the drink and chugged it down. Slamming his glass back down on the bar, the inebriated dark-haired man stood up and walked out of the pub. Laughing slightly before he picked up his own drink, the rich blonde paid for the other man's drinks.

~*~Less than an hour later~*~

As Harry made his way to the church where Hermione was already getting ready, he thought about what he was going to say. It wasn't every day that you said something that could change so many lives in one breath. He was quite sure that there would be yelling and tears and maybe even fighting, but he couldn't bear to hide it any longer.

Every single way he came up with to tell her didn't seem right somehow. Sighing, he just stopped thinking and decided that he would wing it. It was lucky that he hadn't figured out what he wanted to say anyways. Any carefully thought out words would have melted away at the sight of Hermione.

She looked positively radiant in the wedding dress that she had chosen. It was a simple dress with the only extra touches being the lace sleeves that just covered her shoulders and some odd stitching running down one side of the dress. She was also wearing a diamond necklace and her normally frizzy brown hair had been tamed and put up in some complicated way that Harry could never hope to describe. Like Fleur, she was wearing Ron's Great Aunt Muriel's tiara.

Once Harry cleared his throat, the bride-to-be turned around and smiled in clear relief, "Oh, Harry, Molly and Ginny have been looking all over for you! You were supposed to bring Ron here. Ron was afraid that you didn't want to be best man anymore and had run off. George was making these horrible jokes about being a one-earred best man. I think the wedding planner is going to start crying soon, too…"

Harry let out a sigh and closed the door, locking it so that no one could get in. He moved close to Hermione, "Listen, Hermione, we need to talk…"

Sniffing once, her smile of relief quickly turned sour, "Have you been drinking, Harry? What on earth were you thinking? I know you've been rather distant lately, but honestly I would have thought that you of all people would do your best not to ruin my wedding to Ron! You know the problems that we've gone through and you said that you understood and that you'd be there for us no matter what. What do you think Ron will do when he finds out?"

Though his head was slightly fuzzy, Harry spoke so that he could stop her tirade, "Hermione, just listen. I was at the pub talking to Malfoy and he said…"

This clearly was not what Hermione had wanted to hear since she was beginning to get angry, "So you were drinking! And with Malfoy, too? What could have possessed you to do something so foolish? One would think…"

What one would think, Harry would not find out. As soon as he started to speak over her, she stopped talking out of shock. Harry continued as if he hadn't been interrupted, "Well, what he said didn't actually matter. But I was thinking about happiness and I was trying to figure out whose was more important, yours or Ron's. And I've made a decision! If I know something and Ron knows something, it's only fair you know it too!"

Looking exasperated, Harry's best friend stared at Harry, "What are you talking about? You're speaking nonsense."

Ignoring the feeling of sickness that he was beginning to feel, Harry looked down at his feet, "I hope that you don't hate me once I tell you this. We've been friends since our first year in Hogwarts and you've helped me more than Ron ever has. You were there for me when Ron was angry because of the Goblet of Fire and again when we were searching for Horcruxes. For this reason, I feel that it is my duty to tell you that I know firsthand that Ron's been cheating on you…"

A/N: As I said, this is not going to be very long. It's going to be three, possibly four chapters, each from a different person's perspective, sort of. The first chapter is obviously Harry's and the second will be Hermione's reaction to the news.