A/N: If someone has already done this plot I'm sorry. I've never seen it before so I didn't copy you. Anyway, this story kind of might seem like The Wedding Planner, but that's actually not where I got the idea. Weird, huh? So please read and review. It will be greatly appreciated! Ty Riles.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. do not belong to me, but the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

Something Blue

Chapter One

"Perfect."

Hermione Granger, a tall, thin 26-year-old brunette, pushed through the glass door of her London office. She heard the faint tinkle of the bell in the back, shortly followed by her assistant, Baliana Smith's, arrival.

"'Morning Baliana," Hermione said, pouring herself a cup of tea.

"Good morning!" Baliana announced, almost singing. Hermione smiled, Baliana was always in a perky mood. "Lots of calls today," the secretary continued, "Lots of people are planning for spring weddings."

Hermione was a professional wedding planner and had been for almost four years. Over those years she had planned tons of weddings with the help from Baliana and Hermione's assistant, Tatiana. Hermione had been living right in London since she graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when she was seventeen. She missed Hogwarts badly, but most of all missed her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

Hermione had seen Ron about three years ago. He looked her up. They stayed in touch and Hermione referred some florists to Ron and his wife when they were planning their wedding.

But Harry was a different story. Hermione didn't know where to contact him and she was sure it was the same case with him. Over the last year at Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione had become much closer. Hermione felt something special and was sad to see it end.

"Hermione watch out!"

Hermione's thoughts were shattered by Baliana's voice. She looked down to see she had managed to pour too much tea. So much that her cup had overpoured onto her sleeve and the table.

"Perfect." Hermione muttered bitterly. She grabbed a napkin and tried to dry herself off. Luckily she was wearing a black sweater.

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Harry Potter woke up late on Monday morning. The Quidditch match the night before was rough and had left him beat. He turned himself over and sat up against the pillows just when the double doors of his bedroom opened. In shuffled his fiancé, Jackie Rennin, with a tray full of breakfast foods. Harry's mouth watered as he saw bacon, eggs and pancakes being placed on his lap.

"Apparently you don't care about my calesterol, baby." Harry said laughing. Jackie giggled and sat by his feet on the end of the bed.

"So what did I do to deserve this?" Harry asked, taking a bite of scrambled egg.

Jackie shifted. "Well I know you are tired and...."

"Yeah?"

"Well I was talking to one of my friends this morning, you know Lana." Harry nodded. "She was talking about her wedding two years ago; oh it was just wonderful! Anyway, she said since for our wedding we are expecting more than 300 guests, we should hire a wedding planner." She said all of this very fast, as though she had been practicing.

Harry set down his fork. "Baby, I know you want a nice wedding, and I do too, but we can't spend a fortune."

"Oh I know!" Jackie said, sounding eager. "But a wedding planner helps with a budget and-"

"Fine." Harry said. This made Jackie happy, which in turn made him happy.

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Hermione felt exhausted. She glanced at her stainless steel desk clock. 5:17 PM. Almost time to go home. All day she had been dealing with an unruly Bride who was particularly picky about her table settings

Hermione was sure she was about to nod off when she heard Baliana's voice over the intercom.

"Hermione, you have a call. Line 1."

Hermione lazily picked up the phone. On the other line was a young woman who introduced herself as Jackie Rennin. Apparently Jackie had heard of Hermione's company from friends and was interested. The two scheduled an appointment for a meeting the next day at noon for lunch. Hermione scribbled down the time and place in her book and clocked out at 5:30. She was somehow able to take a cab home without falling asleep.

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"Harry, wear the green sweater. It brings out-"

"My eyes. I know."

Jackie emerged from the bathroom, looking beautiful in a pair of gray chinos and a lavender blouse. She had pinned her short black hair up and secured it with a rhinestone clip.

"Ready to go?"

The two drove down to the Garther Cafe in Harry's expensive black car. After leaving the car with the valet, they took their seats at a round table near the back.

"It's ten past, this isn't a very good first impression." Jackie commented, tapping her silver wristwatch. As though an answer to her comment, their waitresses hurried over.

"A Miss Hermione Granger called for you. She said she is caught in traffic but will arrive momentarily."

Harry, who at that moment had been taking a drink of water, was so shocked by the news; he accidentally spit his water all over his fiance.

"Hermione Granger?!"

"Ack!"

Jackie jumped up from the table, knocking over her silverware.

"I'll be right back." She groaned and hurried to the bathroom. Normally, Harry would have apologized profusely for soaking his fiance, but the news that he could be seeing one of his best friends for the first time in nine years in a few moments, sort of overshadowed that.

"Harry?"

Harry spun around, she was standing right there.

"Hermione?"

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Hermione couldn't believe that she was looking at Harry Potter. And it sure was him. He still had the messy black hair, bright green eyes (brought out appropriately by a green sweater) and the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Hermione was so shocked; she had spilled her bag amongst her feet.

"Let me help you." Harry said quickly, dropping to his knees.

Hermione joined him and the two quickly recollected her things.

After Harry helped her back on his feet he exclaimed, "I can't believe it's you."

"I know!" Hermione said. They both stared at each other for a moment, and then, as though the thought of standing a foot away from each other just sank in, they hugged.

"Good to know you two met." Said a voice behind them. Jackie had emerged, dry. She looked at Harry with an eyebrow raised then turned towards Hermione.

"Hello, you must be Hermione Granger. I'm Jackie Rennin. Pleased to meet you."

"It's a pleasure," Hermione said smiling.

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Harry finished off the last bit of his sandwich and leaned back. Jackie was rummaging through her purse for some magazine articles she wanted to show Hermione. Hermione was also, leaning back, smiling slightly at Harry.

Harry couldn't believe how much she had changed. Her once bushy hair was sleek, long and a shiny cinnamon color. She still had her round, brown eyes and beautiful smile.

"Found it!" Jackie announced, producing a handful of magazine articles.

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"So he was your best friend?!" Baliana exclaimed the next day at work. Hermione was sitting on her desk and explaining what had happened. "Was that weird?"

'Kind of. I mean he's getting married! I can't believe it!"

"Oh I see!" Baliana said, grinning. "You've got a thing for him."

"What?" Hermione gasped, trying to sound shocked. Truth was, the news of Harry potter getting married had made her anything but in a celebratory mood. But that wasn't important OR professional, she thought, as she got down to her notes on the Potter's guest list.

A/N: Read and review. Hope you liked it. Ty.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. do not belong to me, but the wonderful J.K. Rowling.