Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter series or anything that means anything. I am merely expressing my ideas on what should happen between Hermione and Harry in the 7th book, so hold back the insults and everything else.

J. K Rowling rocks! She's such an amazing author and she deserves more praise then she gets right now…ummm…I'm not insulting her or anything but I don't really like Ron and Hermione like each other thing...I know that it makes sense kinda, I mean we get hints from the way J.K. writes but I just think…ugh……so I'm putting a little 'twist'…and this is a really long disclaimer…You're probably not gonna even read this…but what the heck…

Warning: Those who are R/Hr shippers, you won't really like this because…well I don't really know but I encourage you to read because you know…I think this story of mine might be entertaining…In the beginning, it's a different pair and than another different pair…I'm not telling you the pairs because then what's the point of writing this…and because I'm so cool

THERE IS NO SEX, RAPE, USE OF DRUGS or any of the other perverted stuff. I'm not that big on that stuff, but there might be a lot of drama…

But there is some bad language in here which is why I decide to rate this T for teens.

This is my first fanfic ever so be gentle and please R&R---------------

Also, I don't mind any suggestions; in fact I love to hear from all of you and to take your views and what you think I should add. Most of you are experienced readers and writers and you can tell me grammar errors or spelling errors so….review

The beginning, I didn't really work on it much I just typed it the way I saw it in my brain…it's like a movie you know? Like you have the voice and everything, like, the voice that's helping me type this. Wait, this is so random….am I talking too much? Okay then, just read on 

I like using"…………." and it fills all of the awkward silence.

RECENT A/N (11/2/06)- You all probrably forgot this story by know since I've been busy with VSW. I'm deciding to try to continue this fic. But beware, this might just be an addition of one chapter once every 6 months or something. I just did this on impulse.

Happiness

By: Viopathartic

(Ve-oh-path-art-tek)

Chapter 1: One wedding, one funeral

Harry still couldn't figure out how to tie his tie. So after about 20 minutes getting ready for Bill and Fleur's wedding, he gave up and went to find Hermione. Maybe she could help him, plus it'd give him an excuse to be near her.

Harry rushed downstairs into the Burrow's kitchen and started, "Herm, can you…." but stopped. Fleur was sitting on the kitchen stool, sobbing hysterically as Bill patted her back. Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Ron stood there watching sympathetically with an old man, frowning.

"Gram-gram….I miss her so much. I can't…..believe she's dead."

Harry made out from Fleur's mumbling. "I miss her too, Fleur." said the old man, sadly. Fleur didn't seem to hear him since she made no gestures toward him. Harry gasped. From the way she talked about her grandmother, she must have loved her a lot. And she was supposed to play Fleur's entrance in the wedding on the violin. Fleur once sung the song and Harry thought it was beautiful. All of a sudden, Fleur ran out of the kitchen. Bill apologized silently to his mom and rushed after her.

Mrs. Weasley sighed "Oh, dear, what is going to happen?" she asked to no one in particular. Shaking her head as if giving up, she left the kitchen.

Harry momentarily forgot what he was here for until Hermione went on over to him and hugged him, resting her head on his chest. Harry felt Hermione's sadness too as he wrapped her arms around her. Ron gaped at them for their strange behavior and left when Lavender called from him outside. The old man still stood there, watching him. Harry was about to ask who he was until Hermione lifted her head and looked at him.

"What did you need me for? Having a problem tying your tie?" Hermione asked teasingly. Harry smiled sheepishly and held up the silk tie he had gotten for his birthday from Hermione in fact. Hermione laughed and threw it around his neck. "Boys are so helpless."

"Hey!" Harry retorted defensively. He couldn't keep the grin off his face. Hermione sighed, "Fleur's probably going to cancel her wedding. She's too distraught right now to continue."

In Harry's mind, he heard the sweet, soothing sounds of the violin, playing notes that swayed and cried. Suddenly, he felt himself grasping the arm of the string instrument and laying the bow comfortably on the strings, pulling the bow towards and away, producing the same lyrical notes.

"Harry? You okay?" asked Hermione, bringing Harry out of his reverie. Harry smiled and said, "I think I have an idea." Reluctantly, Harry pulled his arms away from Hermione's slender waist, kissed her on the cheek and headed out the door. But before he could reach outside, he was stopped by Ginny who was leaning against the door, smirking smugly. "What?" he asked in what he hoped was an innocent voice.

"I knew it!" Ginny sang as she skipped ahead. Harry's face burned with embarrassment as he passed the people who had gathered for the wedding, including Neville Long bottom, Dean, Parvati, and again he saw Lavender with Ron. They were holding hands, but Lavender was looking quite crestfallen.

"Hey, mate!" greeted Ron. Harry waved as he ran ahead and climbed onto the stage. He heard chatters of excitement and murmurs of people wondering what the cause of the hold-up was. In front of Harry was an electronic microphone. He didn't quite know how Mr. Weasley managed to allow electricity work in the wizardry world but then again no one really knew how Mr. Weasley did anything.

"Ummm…can I have everyone's attention please?" Harry asked into the microphone. Everything went quiet immediately.

"Hey, um…I'm Harry Potter, a close friend of the Weasley family and I would like to welcome everyone to Fleur Declour and Bill Kenneth Weasley's wedding. The Weasley family and I are grateful for all who came to this joyous occasion to witness the precious joining of one intelligent and modest man and one magnificent, beautiful woman. Uh…unfortunately, the ceremonial song that was meant to be performed by Elias Menusua-Gorgegio Lukashenka Es-Declour has been…er…canceled due to the early passing of Fleur's grandmother." Harry informed.

A great sniff was heard from afar. Harry looked over the crowd and saw Fleur and Bill standing on the path wondering what the bloody hell Harry was doing. Hermione was looking at him in wonderment.

"I'm sure all of you knew Mrs. Es-Declour and are grief-stricken from this information. But I would like to say that she is in fact very much alive and her spirit will forever be by your side. Fleur, I know you loved her very much. She was like your second mother. That is why, I would like to ask for your permission to play this song that was well-performed by Ms. Es-Declour when she was alive."

Sobbing, Fleur gave a visible nod and Harry smiled sympathetically. With his wand, he made the mic disappear and conjured a sitting chair and a professionally built violin. After he got himself seated, he looked up into the crowd and saw the old man again, standing in the middle of the aisle, but this time he was smiling appreciatively. Harry cocked his head at this but soon realized he was probably making himself look even more ridiculous than he felt.

But it was too late to back down. His palms were sweating a river and his tuxedo suddenly felt much tighter than it was supposed to at the chest. His heart beat like a running rabbit and his legs were shaking uncomfortably, but he sat his grounds and broke out in a flowing rhythm, moving his hands deftly between strings, vibrating his hands by wrist, producing the same mesmerizing sound as he heard back in the kitchen.

Harry closed his eyes and became aware of the weight the violin contained as he played on and on. He felt his hands moving over the violin as if he done this a thousand times when in fact this was the first time he had ever played. Harry didn't really realize it but it was as if Fleur's late grandmother possessed Harry's body as he performed. Suddenly he heard a piano, playing the harmony behind him. Harry didn't move or opened his eyes, but he just knew it was the old man playing. The notes were soft, only playing as a background to Harry's violin. The feeling he had was indescribable. But he knew he was happy. Harry felt a tear from his eyes. The song's soft, sad melody reminded him of his parents. If they were alive again...

Harry played his last note with strong emphasis and a vibrato. He didn't open his eyes until he heard a loud applause bursting through his ears. Harry looked up to find the people who attended the wedding on their feet, clapping their hardest. Many were crying and others were just staring at Harry with happiness. Fleur was running up to Harry, which looked strange since she was dressed in a white, flowing dress with Bill waiting at the altar and grinning.

Before Harry knew it, he was in a strong embrace by Fleur and her voice whispering in his ear, 'Thank you, Thank you!" Finally she let go and ran down back in front to the minister and Bill. Harry went off the stage and sat in the seat next to Hermione. Hermione quickly hugged Harry and smiled. "Harry that was such a brave and thoughtful thing you did up there. Where did you ever learn to play like that?"

Harry didn't answer but was savoring Hermione's smell as she rested her head on his right should and her arms around his neck. Unfortunately, they had to break apart once the vows began. But throughout the whole time, Ron Weasley was just staring at his two best friends, not knowing what exactly he was feeling: happiness or jealousy?

A/N: As you can teel, I'm a violinist

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