A/N: this is my first fic. depending on the response to this, i will continue on. i own nothing as always, just two cats and POS car. enjoy, and if you like, comment :)

Today was the day. In the mirror, I gazed at my reflection. My floor length dress, the four foot train, and my veil that had white gems weaved into the material. Beside me, my mother sniffed and sniffled, trying to dab at the tears that kept forming in her eyes.

"You look so beautiful sweetie," she said, smiling with the love and adoration I knew she held for me.

"Thank you mom," I replied, trying not to tear up too. We smiled at each other in the mirror that was in Ginny's room. Today was my wedding day. I am finally marrying the man that I have loved throughout school, Ronald Weasley. To say that this was the happiest day of my life would be an understatement. After fighting in the war together, we finally confessed our love for each other. Everything was being held at The Burrow today, Ron's childhood home.

A knock sounded at the door, and my best friend, and maid of honor, poked her head into the room.

"Hey Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute?" Ginny asked, her beautiful, fiery red hair pulled back into a pony tail today. Odd, she should have her hair done already. Why isn't she dressed? I asked myself. Ginny was supposed to be standing up with me today, and was supposed to be getting ready in the twins room along with Luna, my bridesmaid.

"Sure honey, come on in," I replied, smiling at the adorable nervous look on that graced her features.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Granger, but can you give Hermione and me a minute? I need to talk to her alone."

"Sure. I think we're ready here anyways, so I'll go see if your mother needs help setting anything up," and with that my mother left the room, kissing me on the forehead before walking out. Ginny quietly closed the door behind her, pausing once she heard it click. Studying her, I could see that she was tense. She shoulders were hard, and she had a mixture of a concentrated and a pained look on her face.

"What's the matter Gin?" I asked, not sure what could cause her to be so….strained is the only word I could think of.

Finally looking at me, I was once again stunned by the beauty of her gorgeous green eyes. The way they sparkled when she was happy, or darkened when she was angry, and faded to a dull shade when she was sad or depressed always had me reeling. Today they were dark, but almost had a glow to them. Her mouth was set in a firm line, and she had squared her shoulders.

"Don't do this Hermione," was all she said.

"Do what?" I was honestly confused. What was I doing wrong?

"Don't marry Ron. Please. I, I love you Hermione. And I know you love me too."

"Ginny, I don't know what," was all I got out before she took three steps across the room to me, grabbing my shoulders to slightly shake me.

"Don't lie to me Hermione! I can see it when you look at me, when you touch me, and when you talk to me!" she half yelled. "And most of all, I can feel it with this!" and with that final declaration, her lips were on mine, demanding, abusing, and loving all at once. I couldn't stop myself. I responded with as much passion, if not more than she had. How alive I felt! Her body touching mine sent shivers all over me, her lips sending sweet little shocks down my body. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer to her. Her tongue darted out, asking and demanding entrance to mine. I was hopeless, lost in her embrace, and more than willing to give what she would take. Our tongues dueled for dominancy, while our hands could not stay idle. She was cupping my neck, still yet pulling me closer, while her other hand had skimmed down to squeeze my bottom. My hands were tangled in her hair, pulling it loose from the ponytail she'd had it pulled into. If today was the happiest day of my life, this was definitely the happiest moment of my entire being.

Finally breaking free from each other, we were breathing hard, leaning our foreheads against one another. I was looking at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. "I love you Hermione."

"I love you too Ginny," I said, finally meeting her gaze. "But I love Ron as well, and I made a promise to marry him today."

"Please don't do it, you belong with me, not him," she started to sob, collapsing in my arms.

"I'm sorry Gin, I, I can't. I'm marrying Ron. You're my best friend, and I do love you as more than just a friend, but we can never be together. I'm sorry." I finally admitted to her, and to myself. It hurt me to say it, and I had to hold back the sobs that wanted to escape.

"Then I'm sorry too," she replied, standing on her own two feet now. Wiping away the tears that still wanted to cascade down her beautiful porcelain face, she turned away from me. "I, I can't stand up there with you today, not when your marrying the wrong person. Not when I want nothing more than to scoop you up into my arms and carry you away to keep you as my own. I hope you have a happy life though, and you'll never have to worry about hearing from me. I love you Hermione, and I always will." With that, she opened the bedroom door, and walked out of my life forever. When the door closed again, I let go of the tears that burned in my eyes, sobbing on the small bed in the room.