Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
"Ohhh it is soooo OVER!" Hermione screamed. She turned away from him and stomped away, slamming the door behind her.
"It hardly even began!" George screamed after her. Sighing he turned away from his door to go sit at the end of his bed. He rested his head in his hands. "Damn, our first fight," he thought. "She'll come back though, right? I mean she has to. Yea… yea it'll all be fine. She'll be back," he reassured himself.
Three Years Later
He stood in the doorway watching her. She didn't notice him as she stared at her reflection in a mirror. Her wedding dress flowed around her.
"You're supposed to be marrying me," he finally spoke. She jumped at the sound of his voice.
"George you scared the crap outa me! Don't do that," Hermione said, turning to face him.
"You look beautiful, but you have the wrong man," he whispered.
"Stop it. We've been over this before. I love him," she replied.
"But I love you. We're meant to be together."
"Life isn't a fairytale George."
"Hermione, it's time," her mother poked her head in the room.
Gathering up her dress at the bottom so she could walk easier, Hermione made her way out of the room. George caught her by the arm as she passed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, starring into his eyes. She gently pulled her arm out of his grasp and walked out to marry his brother.