A New Beginning

Description: What goes on between Ron and Hermione before the wedding. 1st in a series of oneshots. One-shot. HBP spoilers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Nope.

A/N: It's been a long time for me! School has been crazy and I've been working on some other pieces of work that I had writer's block on. Now I'm back and decided to do a twist (for me) by writing in Harry's POV. Enjoy!

Harry sat in the train compartment with Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. He felt relieved to have left school; to be able to possibly think about something other than what had taken place two weeks before. He could start with how he had screwed things up with Ginny.

She didn't seem hurt, but on the other hand, she didn't seem exactly pleased with him. She just had to understand and it was going to be hard. Even sometimes Harry felt like he didn't understand the situation. He hesitantly glanced over at her. She was facing the window with her feet curled beneath her. Harry let out a sigh that cut through the silence.

Only, Ron didn't seem to notice or Hermione for that matter. She had cried into his shoulder for a time after they had departed, but now there was only the somber silence. She had fallen asleep with her face in Ron's shoulder and her hand on his neck. Harry inwardly grinned as he noticed that Ron didn't seem to mind.

Ron had his hand on Hermione's hair and slowly, as though no one else were around (or perhaps he just didn't care anymore) bent down and touched his lips briefly to her forehead.

Things between Harry's two best friends had certainly been progressively changing over the days after that funeral. Harry had never seen them like this. It was almost as if their roles had been reversed. Hermione was a mess and Ron was the stable one holding her together.

That's what he wanted with Ginny. But he couldn't have it. Sometime, maybe after the war was over and things had settled down…but who knew what lay in the future?

For once Harry was jealous of Ron. He admitted it. He wouldn't tell anyone and only sat on the carpeted seat in the compartment and looked at them.

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Harry was exhausted. But at least he still had one thing to look forward to. Bill and Fleur's wedding was rapidly approaching and for some reason Harry was excited about it. Maybe it was the fact that he had never witnessed a magical wedding before.

His thoughts slowly wandered back to Voldemort and the horcruxes, and his hands began to sweat. He didn't think he could do it. Was he really capable of killing him?

Bang.

The door to Ron and Harry's room at the Weasley's was kicked open by the youngest son who walked in surly and cursing. Harry looked up quizzically.

"What happened?"

"Fred and George, that's what happened," Ron replied, shaking his head. "Those two, they found that necklace Lavender gave me last year…I swear if they say another word about…" Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the memory.

"Shut it, Harry. Do you think I want them bringing up her when Hermione and I are finally back on track with our friendship?"

"So that's what you call that then? A friendship? Huh…if I didn't know better I'd say…" Harry was interrupted by the twins who came skipping into the room.

"Sweetheart!"

"Honey!"

"Love!"

"Sugar!" They sang while Ron looked daggers at them.

"Ginny told me she called him, 'Won Won'!" George said gleefully. Fred burst into laughter.

"Speaking of Ron…who are you going to the wedding with?" Fred asked.

"I'm not bringing anyone," Ron started.

"Sure. Oh and Mum wants you two to come downstairs for lunch."

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