A/N: Hello, again! Shipping Harmony now. Love those two together.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry or Hermione. Don't own anything in Harry Potter. If I did own it, I'd be all over Europe with my best friend. I owe her one! To *************, this is for you! Don't think you're a big fan of this pairing though.

Chapter One: A Wedding? Who's?

Hermione sighed as she aligned her memos together on her desk. She looked at the clock. Three forty-seven. Harry had already arrived from Australia thirty-seven minutes ago. She was supposed to meet him at the airport once he had arrived, but once again, work at the Ministry of Magic held her back.

She chewed on her bottom lip nervously and she fixed her desk and began packing her stuff. She looked at the picture on her desk. It was all three of them, her, Harry and Ron. Ron was in the middle his arms were around their necks and he was grinning like a silly idiot. Harry smiled shyly and Hermione was laughing. They were all dressed in winter clothes and the snow was falling slowly on their heads. The picture was taken in Hogsmeade during their last year after the War.

A few knocks on her door disrupted her reminiscing. Hermione straightened and cleared her throat. "Come in." She said. Her secretary, Denise, stepped in. She was a young intern working for Hermione. She had a soft spray of freckles on her face and her eyes were a warm hazel. Her strawberry-blonde hair was let loose and an anxious look etched her face.

"Hello, Denise. What's happening now?" Hermione asked.

"Um, these memos just came in and just reminding you to not work on them right now because you were supposed to leave half an hour ago to meet your friend." She replied, timidly.

"Oh. Just place them on the 'to be checked' folder in my drawer. I'm afraid I've kept Harry waiting, haven't I?" She said, smiling kindly.

"Yes, you have. Is he the one who left three years ago for his Auror cases?"

"Yes. It will be so good to see him again."

"I hope things work out between you two."

Denise closed the door. After, Hermione immediately stood up and grabbed her coat. She slipped it on hurriedly and placed her bag on her shoulder then sped out of her office.

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"Harry!" Hermione yelled once she spotted the raven-black haired boy. He turned around and Hermione enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug.

"It's been so long!" She exclaimed, looking up at him. Harry hugged her back.

"Yeah, I know. I've missed your hugs." He said, grinning. Bloody hell! Was his grin attractive!

Whoa. Since when did Harry get attractive?

Maybe he always was. Hermione smiled.

After, they let go and began walking together. Hermione's heart was hammering against her chest.

"How were the cases?" Hermione asked, lacing her fingers with his.

"Some were fun. Although, they kept piling on top of one another. Eventually, I had to get an assistant."

"I know. You told me, remember? Melissa Horde, was it?" She faked in a sweet voice. Melissa Whore is more like it.

"Yeah. She's great. Oh, that reminds me, how are things with you and David?"

Hermione hesitated to answer. "Erm, well, he proposed last week." She scrunched her nose. "But I had to decline. I was nowhere ready for a commitment. Then he broke things off." She replied.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure you'll find someone."

"I'm better off on my own. Besides, I heard you and Mel got together. How are things with you two?"

"We're doing great. It's like we can do everything together. She's perfect."

Hermione felt a slight pang of jealousy hit her gut. "Hey," Harry said, suddenly. "What do you mean, 'I'm better off on my own'?" He asked.

"What? It means exactly that."

"Do you really? Feel that way, I mean. Do you think you could handle being by yourself?"

"Are you saying I'm not independent? I can take perfectly good care of myself, thank you very much! I don't need someone to be with me."

"I'm not saying anything like that. I know I can't stand being by myself. Especially if you left me." He grinned.

I'm sure you could manage fine with Melissa, Hermione thought bitterly.

Stop that! Harry's happy and that's all that matters! She argued.

"'Mione?"

Harry's voice broke her train of thought. "Yes?" She asked.

"I asked, 'how about we have dinner at my place tonight?'" Harry repeated with a smirk. Merlin, was that smile handsome!

"I'd love to. Will Melissa be joining us?" Please don't let her be! The night always ends up me leaving earlier!

"No. She's got some unpacking to do. But she can join us next time, if you want."

Why in hell's name would I want that?

"So, why don't you go home and dress up a bit? I'm in the mood for wearing a suit." He said.

"I'd love to." She replied. She was in the mood to dress up a bit as well.

"Great! See you at seven-ish?"

"Definitely."

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Hermione dried her hair with a quick drying charm and put on her black dress. It was sleeveless and the bottom was ruffled and ended in the middle of her legs.

She brushed her hair and it looked bouncy when she had finally finished. She grabbed her white purse and her matching white coat and left for Harry's house.

By the time she apparated in front of Harry's front door, she could smell the delicious scent of pasta sauce waft outside. Just as she was about to knock on the door, Harry opened it.

"How did you know I was outside?" She asked as he moved to let her in.

"You trigger the wards every time you apparate over here." He replied. He was wearing black slacks, a green collared shirt and a black jacket over it.

"Hmm. Smells good in here." She said after sniffing the air a bit then smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back. She could've melted at his feet at the very moment.

"Dinner's almost ready. You can wait at the dining table. I'll bring you some wine." He said. He walked back into the kitchen and Hermione made her way to the dining table.

Soon after, Harry set a plate of spaghetti on her placemat and did the same for his. Then he poured wine into each of their glasses.

They talked the entire night about their jobs and their current relationships. After dinner had finished, Hermione was full and felt a bit tired.

"How about lunch tomorrow at that Spanish restaurant you love so much?" Harry asked. Hermione was about to open his front door and apparate home.

"I swear, Harry, if you keep feeding me like this, I'm going to bloat up!" She exclaimed, playfully.

"Aw, come on. I haven't seen you in three years. Melissa can join us too."

Oh Merlin, no. I'd do anything to avoid that woman, Hermione thought, desperately.

"Um, I think I've still got unfinished things at the office." Hermione replied, remembering Denise earlier.

"Please, 'Mione? Come on, I'll treat you, and only you, to Fortescue's after."

"I-I don't think—"

"Come on, 'Mione. Loosen up a bit."

She took in a deep breath. "Fine."

"Thank you! So how does twelve sound? Think you can make room for me and Mel in your busy schedule?"

It should be just you, Harry.

"You know there's always time for you in my schedule, Harry. No matter how busy it gets."

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"Full yet?"

"Stuffed."

"Me too, Harry."

"So, to Fortescue's it is then?"

Hermione snorted. "No. I'm way too full to do anything. I still have work to do anyway." She stood up but Harry held onto her arm.

"Please stay, 'Mione. You know you want to."

Reluctantly, Hermione sat back down across him and Melissa.

"Well, it's about time I leave, Harry." Melissa said, glancing at her watch.

"Alright. See you tonight." He said. Melissa leaned down and pecked him on the cheek. "Bye, Hermione." Hermione just waved.

Once Melissa was gone, Harry and Hermione were left in an awkward silence.

Tell him, you git! Tell him how you really feel!

"Um, Harry—"

Don't 'Mione! This could ruin your friendship forever. Are you willing to take that risk?

"Yeah?" He asked, with interest.

"Oh, um, nothing, never mind." She said, hastily.

"Something up?" He asked with worry.

"No, no. Everything's fine." She assured him.

Hermione Jean Granger! Get some sense through your thick head! He may be taken but not for life. Just tell him now before something happens between him and Melissa!

Don't Hermione. You could ruin things forever!

Don't listen to her, Hermione! You need to make your choice now.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Um, there is one thing."

"Okay. Go. You can tell me."

Hermione took a deep breath and leaned forward. Harry followed as well. Hermione could feel his breath on her skin and it tickled her.

"Em, that is…" She trailed off and decided to do something else.

She leaned forward even more and kissed Harry. It was only supposed to be a peck but Harry responded in kind. They soon began kissing passionately. Feeling the need for air, Hermione pulled back.

"Harry, I think I'm—"

"Harry!" Someone called behind them. Melissa came running back to them. "I forgot to ask you if you told her yet."

"Um, no. It-It slipped my mind." He replied, panting a bit.

"You didn't tell her about the wedding?" Melissa asked again.

"A wedding? Who's?" Hermione asked.

"You didn't tell her, I see. Oh, Harry, how could your best friend slip your mind?" Melissa said, sitting on Harry's lap.

"Yes, Harry, how?" Hermione asked, angrily.

Harry looked at Hermione now.

"Harry, you truly are a silly man! You know, he told Luna and Ron all about it. As well as Draco and Ginny." Melissa said, laughing lightly.

"Should I tell her then?" She asked, looking at Harry.

Harry didn't respond. "Oh, very well then. I will." She turned to Hermione. "Hermione, two weeks from now is our wedding." She finished.

"Oh, congratulations! You and?" Hermione asked, bluntly.

Melissa laughed. "Why, mine and Harry's of course!"

Hermione paled. "Your wedding, Harry?" She managed to ask.

Harry slowly nodded.

"Oh, it was so romantic, how he proposed! We were in one of the beaches in Australia, then—"

Hermione's chair being dragged interrupted her story. "I-I'm so sorry, but I must leave now. I forgot I needed to go to check something that's in the office." She said, tears strangling her voice.

Hermione walked briskly away without a single goodbye. Once she was sure Harry or Melissa couldn't see her, she ran into a dark alley and prepared to apparate.

"'Mione! 'Mione, wait." Harry exclaimed behind her, between pants of breath. "I-I can explain."

"Explain what? How you could easily tell Ron, Luna, Draco and Ginny about your wedding, but not me? Your closest friend?" She asked, shrilly.

"I wanted to surprise you. I thought you'd be happy for me. I finally found the person I can spend my entire life with." He said, solemnly.

"I am happy for you, Harry. It's the fact that you didn't tell me yourself. That hurt me deeply." She said, her tears showing now.

"I kept forgetting. I was so distracted every time we talked. And Melissa would remind everyday after I came home from work. She'd be there at my house on my armchair asking if I'd told you yet. I promised her that you'd find out soon."

"I'm tired of hearing excuses, Harry. You keep saying you were going to but you didn't. Why not?"

"Because, Hermione, I never got the chance to. It was so hard to. And I needed to spend more time with Melissa."

"Oh, I see. I can make room in my hectic schedule for you and your fiancée, but you can't squeeze me in? How ironic!"

"Hermione, she's more important now. I'm in love with her and she's in love with me. I'm happier with her than anyone else."

"Are you saying you aren't happy when I'm with you?"

"Oh, bloody hell, Hermione! Quit the dramatics, already! For once in your life, stop being so selfish and think of others!" He screamed at her. Harry's expression suddenly changed from anger to shock. "Hermione, I didn't—"

Hermione's tears erupted and she ran deeper into the alley before he could finish. "Hermione—" Harry exclaimed behind her.

She swirled around to face him. Her face was jagged with tears and her face was turning pink. New tears kept spurting out of eyes right after other ones came out.

"No!" She yelled. "After all the years I've stuck with you, I went through so much pain and suffering and I was merely your friend! I made a horrible mistake trying so hard to be your friend. I should've known that the famous Harry bloody Potter would find his beautiful princess someday! I should've known it would never be me!"

She apparated back to her flat and put her wards up and blocked any person from apparating into her flat. For the first time in so long, Hermione just collapsed onto the floor, crying her heart out.

A/N: That's it for the first chapter. Rather dramatic, isn't it? Well, keep waiting for the second chapter! R&R, please!