Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, there would be an eighth book just for the purpose of getting more money.

It was a beautiful day.

A perfect day.

Harry should've been happy. For himself. For them.

A sad smile adorned his face as he realised the unacceptable truth. He was happy that his two best friends were getting married, but it was not the way he wanted it to be, it wasn't even how it was meant to be. They were getting married to each other, while he was just on the side lines. He saw the audience laugh to themselves as they watched Ron, who was next to Harry, stammer through the words of his vows - vows which made his mother cry, vows which impressed the wedding guests, vows which pained Harry to watch them make Hermione happy - vows which Harry helped write.

He looked across to the other side of the wedding, and stared back at the Maid of Honour for the wedding, Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister. She blushed through her make-up, as she looked nervously back into Harry's gaze, quickly looking away. Harry knew the reason, it had been five years since he defeated Voldemort and ever since then the only times he had ever gotten back together with Ginny was through a failed month-long relationship and a string of one-night stands to follow. He thought to himself how nice she looked in her gown, but though she tried to stand out, she was no match for the beautiful best that Hermione looked that day.

Harry was no expert on clothing, or hair, or make-up, but he did know when a girl looked beautiful, and on that day, Hermione was looked especially elegant.

"Ronald Weasley," Hermione spoke, in her matter-of-fact tone that she used back in Hogwarts to lecture them, a tone that made the audience giggle to themselves about. Harry turned to the bridesmaids, opting to ignore Hermione's vows, unable to take the stinging words of her exclamations of how much she loved his best friend, he wanted to distance himself from the moment as far as possible, before the last heart-wrenching stab of the whole 'traditional muggle wedding', as many of the awkwardly dressed magical guests called it. The only one of Hermione's bridesmaids that Harry knew was Ginny, but the others seemed to be friends from different places, like her work at the Ministry and her other acquaintances. On the other hand Harry knew most of the people standing up with him on Ron's side, they all worked with Ron and him as Aurors. Turning to the guests, he looked at the surpisingly properly-dressed Weasley family at the front row. Mrs. Weasley was crying her eyes out, and Ron's many brothers sat proudly, watching the youngest of their brothers having his special day, while there was a spare seat at George's side reserved in Fred's memory.

Harry took a deep breath as he realized that the wedding was almost over, and that through his day-dreaming he had missed most of it. He looked to the priest conducting the wedding, and he knew that it was nearing the close of the procedure - the one part which Harry felt that he could almost not go through with. Harry had been there when Ron and Hermione admitted their feelings for each other during the Battle of Hogwarts, he had been there after the first time Ron and Hermione had gone for a real date, he had been there when Ron proposed and he had been there for the engagement party - but he was always on the sidelines, never involved. And once again, he was on the sidelines of the wedding. Finally, Ron said his 'I do', and Hermione prepared to say hers.

Strangely, Harry noticed something which confused him. As the priest of the wedding began directing more words at Hermione, she had a tear running straight down her face, and she was staring straight into Harry's eyes, not towards Ron like she was supposed to. Harry could not escape her gaze as she stared at him, as if she was seeing right into him, her eyes looking almost apologetic, and he was sure that she was thinking the exact same thing he was. He remembered the memory with his sad smile still plastered on his face, as he watched Hermione look back at him and utter the words that made him almost burst out of control.

"I do."

And as the priest began asking if anyone had a good reason why Harry's two best friends shouldn't be married, Harry knew that he had every reason to speak out, but no right to do so. He thought over all that had happened over the past few years, and Harry came to the conclusion he had been running in circles looking for. He closed his eyes, and the one painful thought entered his mind as Ron brought Hermione closer for the sealing kiss.

'It should've been me.'

A/N: This is just me trying something different. Just an attempt.

Might continue if I get a review or two. For those who watch it, it was inspired by Scrubs.