Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything like that.

(A/N: This story is linked with 'Secrets'.)

Prologue

Hermione and Draco are getting married, Ginny and Harry are engaged and Ron has loved Hermione since shortly after he met her; she has never returned the affection. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny became friends with Draco after they freed him and his mother, Narcissa, from his father, Lucius's evil influence and power. The five friends now work at Hogwarts, three years after they left.

Chapter One

The ceremony for Hermione and Draco's was over and the guests were milling around the grounds of Hogwarts. The bride and groom were happily wandering around, arm-in-arm, talking and thanking people for coming.

Ron looked around. Harry and Ginny were talking with Lupin. A few metres infront of him was what looked like Hermione from behind. Only with chestnut hair?

"Hermione, wha-" The girl turned around. If it were possible his jaw would have fallen off and hit the ground. The girl looked almost exactly like Hermione, only with some slight differences. She had slightly more pointed face, bushy chestnut hair and blue eyes, instead of brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing an ankle-length emerald green dress instead of a wedding gown. Sapphires hung from her ears.

"Oh…err…sorry." Ron stuttered in shock.

"Oh, hi! That's okay." The girl answered, "I'm not Hermione, I'm her cousin. I'm Ann-Marie. I know me and Hermione look alike, I teach at Beauxbatons." She smiled.

"Oh, Okay." Ron was tongue-tied. "I didn't know Hermione had any non-muggle relations."

"Yeah we don't talk much, so it's unlikely she'd have mentioned me. I'm muggle-born like she is too."

Ron vaguely remembered that in a conversation you should introduce yourself:

"Oh, I'm Ron. Ron Weasley." He said

"I thought so. The very few times we did talk you, Harry and Draco would be all she talked about."

"Really!"

"Yeah," she answered. Ron was seriously starting to like Ann-Marie, so decided to take a chance.

"Err, Ann-Marie. Do you want to grab some thing to eat, with me?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure! And you can just call me Ann, okay."

"Okay." They walked over to a table full of food, grabbed some munchies, then sat down at the table. They ate and stared into each others eyes until Ron broke away.

"So Ann, what do you like to do?" Ron mentally cursed himself for the stuff up.

"Oh, you know. I like to read, watch movies, play chess, quidditch…you know – stuff." She smiled again.

"You like quidditch? Have you been to the quidditch world cup? I went to one 6 years ago. It was brilliant! Bulgaria verses Ireland."

"Wow! Have you actually been to a world cup? Cool! What happened?" Their conversation continued in that vein for quite awhile. Finally Ron worked up the courage to ask,

"Hey, would you like to come to the Quidditch World Cup with me? This year I mean? It's Bulgaria and Ireland just like the last time I went…I'll pay."

"Yeah! Sure! I'd love to! Here's my address!"

"And here's mine." Ron said writing it down. They swapped addresses and began talking about the cup and how cool it will be when Hermione and Ron's best friend Harry walked up.

"Hi Ron! Oh I see you've met my cousin! How are you Ann? I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Good thanks 'Mione. Your wedding is lovely! I was just talking to Ron; he's just asked me to the Quidditch World Cup!"

"Did he really now?" Hermione threw him a so-you-and-Ann-look which made Ron blush scarlet.

"Yeah, I did." He said smiling at the Hermione-look-alike. Now they were together it was no – wonder he thought she was Hermione with a hair colour change. They looked so similar. The new Mrs Malfoy started talking.

"Ann, will you come and see my parents and meet Draco and Harry? They are really looking forward to seeing you." She asked.

"Yeah, sure thing. Hang on a minute."

"See you, Ann." Ron said.

"Bye Ron, I should see you soon. I'm staying here for the rest of the holidays."

They smiled, then with a wave Ann followed Hermione away. Ron walked over to the food table, filled his plate then sat down and thought about the girl he'd just met.