An: It was a little drabble that came to me. It's slightly H/H but not the way you expect.

And please review. (oneshot)

DON'T JUDGE

Don't judge, don't believe what you see, don't judge, there's so more to me. – Rebecca Lavelle

She watched him every day, every hour, every minute she was with him. She watched him picking girls who weren't meant to be with him. Why couldn't he realize SHE was the one for him. That they were meant to be. That they should share love. That in her heart she belonged to him and he belonged to her. But he never realized. He never saw what was right in front of him, Her.

Wasn't she the one who always was there for him? Wasn't she the one who helped him to face Voldemort a billion of times? Wasn't she the brain behind the Trio. Wasn't she obvious enough with showing her love for him? Probably otherwise he wouldn't be marrying her best friend right about now!

'I'm so excited' Ginny squealed. 'I'm marrying Harry Potter!'

"O god help me " Hermione thought with a quick grimace

'Is something wrong, 'Mione? ' Ginny asked suspiciously

'No! I mean everything is fine this dress just is a size too small'

There he stood the boy who belonged to me. The boy with whom I was meant to be. Tears filled my eyes as I walked to the altar. "I wished it would be me" I thought sadly

'You may kiss the Bride'

He did it. I can't believe it! How could he do this to me?

That night at the party it was time for my speech

'Can I have your attention everyone?' I asked

'As you know I'm friends with the happy couple. Harry and I have quite a history.

Don't we Harry? I was the one who helped Harry face Voldemort a billion times. I was the one who figured out Snape's puzzle in first year leading to the mirror of erised. In our second year I figured out that the bassilk was petrifying people. In our Third year I helped Harry rescuing Sirius. In our fourth year I helped Harry to live trough the Wizard Tournament.' Hermione was crying silently now. 'In our fifth year I helped Harry fight in the ministry. After our sixth year Harry and I shared a bed because he had nightmares of Dumbledore's dead. I was the only one who could take the pain away. In what should have been I traveled with Harry trough the country destroying horcruxes. I stared dead in the eye when we faced Voldemort I had Harry's back the whole time so he could destroy that evil bastard.' I started crying harder now. 'So don't you dare judge me, Harry Potter! Don't you dare judge me for not being happy for you! Don't you dare judge me for loving you. Don't you dare judge me. 'Cause I'm so much more than you see.'

After that she ran off

'if I only had known' Harry mumbled before joining the festivities with his bride.

The girl who didn't love him for being him. But loved him 'cause he was the boy who lived.