A/N: I sort of had writer's block on the story I was working on, and it is just not going anywhere. If I can't come up with anything I might just delete it and never think about it again. Or I'll just mark it as complete until I can write it again. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I would not be writing this story if I owned Harry Potter, now would I?
Fred was past sad.
He was devastated. Miserable.
The love of his life was getting married to his brother. Today. And he had to pretend to be happy.
Fred sat down in his front row seat at glared at anyone who looked at him. He just sat there, staring at the beautiful sky.
It was a perfect day for a wedding. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze and everyone was excited.
Except Fred.
He waited patiently for the weeding to start, and plastered a fake smile on his face when he had to, but anyone who knew him well enough would know that something was wrong.
When Hermione finally walked down the aisle, Fred looked at her face, wanting to know what she was feeling. He could tell that she had also plastered a fake smile on and her eyes showed the sadness that Fred was feeling.
The ceremony started and Fred continued watching Hermione. There were tears in her eyes, but they weren't tears of joy. They were sad tears. When it was her turn to say what everyone expected her to, she had to think before she answered.
"I . . . can't."
Everyone gathered gasped, including Fred.
"I'm sorry Ron. But I can't do it." Hermione continued. She turned to Fred. "I would never be able to live with myself if I didn't tell you Fred. I know you probably hate me for the way I treated you, and I'm fine with that. As long as you know." The tears were falling freely now.
"I love you, Fred Weasley. It may have taken me awhile to realize it, but it's true." She sobbed. "I wouldn't be able to love Ron like I should, because I can't no matter how hard I try." She sank down to her knees and put her head in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
Fred got up and crouched in front of her. "Hermione," he whispered. She looked up at him, her makeup smeared. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that."
He brought her lips to his and his sadness was replaced with joy. He could faintly hear Ron yelling behind them.
When they pulled away for air, they looked at their families with genuine smiles in their faces.
"Is there going to be a wedding or not?" the minister asked, exasperated. He threw his hands up in the air when no one answered right away.
"Quiet!" Molly shouted. Everyone fell silent. "There will be a wedding. All of my hard work will not be wasted."
"You want to get married?" Fred asked Hermione.
"Why not? It's probably going to happen anyways." Hermione answered.
"Good point." Fred agreed. They went to stand in front of the minister and said the proper words. Before they knew it, they were officially married and on their way to Mexico for their honeymoon.
Now, Fred and Hermione didn't have a bit of sadness left in them.
They were past happy.
There wasn't even a word to describe how happy they were.