He sat there, his mind focused on how wrong this was for him. His dress robes were pressed for once; A last ditch effort to look nice for her. This struck him as a slightly desperate thought, considering the circumstances, so he tried to shove it out of his mind. However it seemed to have already ignited that last flair of hope; and hope, once burning steadily, is hard to loose.

His eyes wandered over the ceiling and then down into the crowd around him. The amount of people here was staggering, but expected. Several people had cited that this was to be the social event of the year, and invitations had been coveted all throughout the wizarding world. Only one person didn't want this day to come, or that invitation to arrive. But it did and it had and here he sat, wallowing in depression.

Merlin, he had loved her. He still did! He had tried to turn it off or make it stop, but his heart refused to be silenced. No matter how senseless it seemed to him, it just kept telling him her name, and wouldn't shut up. There wasn't a potion, spell or charm to make his heart recognize reason.

The biggest failure, he assumed, was his completely inability to tell her how he felt until it was too late. That moment of desperate desire came as soon as she was completely out of reach, and he could do nothing.

Cutting through his thoughts, the wedding march began. It filled every crevice of his mind with longing, and it was only made worse when she came into view. She looked every bit the blushing bride she deserved to be. But he had hoped that blush would be for him, not the arse waiting for her now.

They came to the point in the service where the reverend asked if anyone objected to the union. All the people in the audience were deathly silent, not even wanting to breath, worried that the slightest sound would be taken as an objection.

"I object!" Fred stood up and pointed at Hermione, desperately needing her to turn, to see…

But she didn't move a muscle except to hold Ron's outstretched hands even tighter. She only looked into his eyes as he looked into hers, and Fred had never felt so forgotten.

"Didn't you hear me! I said I objected! She can't marry him!" He hollered as loudly as he could. Maybe, just maybe she would hear. "I love her too much!"

But nobody so much as turned their eyes in his direction.

"You don't want to watch her marry the wrong guy do you?" Fred waved his hand in the face of his pew neighbor. She was an older woman, her hair pulled into a stern bun, but a small smile on her lips. She didn't even blink.

"George, I know you can hear me up there. Do something!" Fred yelled at his twin in the family pew near the front. "I know you have fireworks in your pocket."

Even his other half couldn't hear him. No one could. In a moment of hysteria, he dogged out of the pew and ran to the front. "Hermione, please tell me you can hear me."

She blinked and turned her head just so slightly. A small, pitiful smile played there before she turned her delighted grin back to Ron.

"I do." She said.

This is my first attempt at a the Fremione ship, and it's a one-shot because I only wanted to test the waters in this sea. I have a few ideas, but I just had this agnsty little thing floating in my mind, so I thought I'd share as a type of prototype. Please review and let me know where I should improve. I beta myself, so I'm quite lax on certain things, (As the writer, I feel everything is completely necassary to the story.) and I just want to know what would have made this an easier read for you. Thanks for reading!