This a really silly, fluffy story that I wrote for my brilliant friend Adele as part of a late Christmas present, as I was told that she loves fan fiction, especially with this coupling. Its currently wrote as a one shot but I plan to extend it later. I am not J.K.Rowling but please review anyway.

He had been at home by himself when the news came, that she was getting married. Harry had nearly fallen off his chair in shock, and had sat still at the kitchen table until Ginny had returned home an hour later.

"She's getting married" he told her quietly.

"Who?" Ginny asked, startled by his serious tone, though a small ball of worry was forming in her stomach. She knew who.

"Hermonine. She didn't say who to, but I think we can both guess."

Ginny settled into the seat beside his. "Yeah."

FLASHBACK

The four of them had been sitting together, the war over, finished school. "You're going where?" Ron had gasped, staring at Hermonine.

"To Bulgaria" Hermonine had told him simply, "To see Viktor. He loves me, Ron"

"But I love you!" Ron had yelled as she walked away. There, it had been said. After loving her for nine years, since first year, Ron Weasley had finally told Hermonine Granger how he felt.

She looked back at him. "It's too late now, Ron."

END FLASHBACK

She had apparated to Bulgaria the next day. Three weeks later she had wrote Ginny and told her that Krum had asked her to marry him, and that she needed time to think. Now she had announced that she was getting married the next day.

"I can't believe she choose him over Ron" Harry said, still shell-shocked.

"Well, she did" Ginny choked. "And we're her friends."

And his, Harry thought, but remained silent.

The next morning Harry and Ginny went up to a small church near Newcastle and entered quietly. They took seats and looked around at the hastily-arranged but beautiful wedding. Mrs. Weasley raced across and beamed, "Wonderful" before hurrying across to the back rooms of the church, where no doubt Hermonine was.

It was only when the wedding march started that Mrs. Weasley hurried back and shoved Harry up next to the groom, sending Ginny into the back. Confused Harry turned to face Krum and saw and smiling face that was most certainly not Krum's.

"No congratulations?" the young man teased, then turned to the aisle as Hermonine drifted up it. She turned to face her groom and Harry and smiled. The ceremony took place and all through it Harry couldn't help but grin. "Finally!" he whispered as the young couple walked away, and turned to meet a grinning Ginny in a pretty bridesmaid dress.

"She said he followed her to Bulgaria" she laughed. "Well, who would have guessed there was Griffindor blood in my youngest older brother after all!"