This story was posted on my other account, yamihawkeye for quite some time. However, seeing as I feel the need to start fresh, I transffered it (the only one I was proud of) to my spare-turned-main account. So- repostage! And I'll keep with it this time guys. Honest.

Special thanks to BAGGE, Dorain deNorthwood, Sugarhibob, and iamhollywood for reviewing and encouraging me when it was last posted. These first few chapters will be rededicated to each of you.

Wedding Bells: For a while I've been toying with a Hermione/Neville pairing. I'm completely pro Hermione/Ron and Neville/Luna, but I think HG/NL is kinda funny and cute.

Title: Wedding Bells
Author: CheeseyGoodness
Genre: Romance- tad bit of Neville agnsting
Parings: One-sided NL/HG, HG/RW, implied future NL/LL
Summary: One-shot of Neville contemplating his relationship with Hermione on her wedding day.
Dedicated to: My reviewrs, specifically iamhollywood

Wedding Bells
By: CheesyGoodness

Weddings were supposed to be sweet, but this held a bitter taste, at least, for me it did. So it is… bittersweet, I guess. My grandmother would just roll her eyes and sigh. I can hear her now. "You just repeated yourself! 'Weddings are sweet… but this one was bitter… so it's bittersweet, I guess…' Those are the same words! Think of something clever, like your father would." Hermione would probably list off a slew of synonyms for the word. Upon that thought, I can barely strangle a sob. Hermione was… she- she was getting married- to Ron Weasley. Not to me, but to the red-haired boy.

I suppose it was always obvious she liked him. I mean, as hard as they tried to keep their feelings locked I think I always new it would end like this. But I kept hoping, hoping a false reality was true. That I would be the one waiting for her when she walked down the isle. I remember in our fourth year at Hogwarts, I asked Hermione to the Yule Ball. She shook her head, saying that she already was going with someone. I nodded politely and left her, trying to keep my nerves under control until I was out of sight. Then I ran towards where Ron sat, playing Wizards Chess with Harry. I had to know. I just had to know- was she going with him? Had my chance at delaying destiny passed? Would their relationship begin then, not allowing me one date? They weren't going together though; Hermione was going with Viktor Krum. I thanked them and left, breathing a bit easier. I still had a small shot, for now. At least until they gave up playing chicken with their minds. I think my dreams began diminishing then, even if the incident should've sparked hope. It almost confirmed my fears; Ron's anger afterwards, it was clearly a deeper love then mine, although I never completely lost hope.

They stopped playing chicken before I was able to dance once with her. Just once would I have liked to stroke her hair, and lose myself. Apparently fate didn't agree. Hermione has the husband of her dreams now, and I have… no one. I went with Ginny to the dance, but there was nothing between us. That was my first and last date, sad but true. So Hermione walks down the isle right now, as the bells toll for jubilation and mourning.

"Goodbye Granger…" I whisper ever so quietly I couldn't bring myself to say her name, My voice would mangle its tone with chokes. Luna was beside me, the only one who could hear me. She reached out and squeezed my hand.

"Yes," she murmured, misinterpreting my words' meaning, "the name Granger is no longer, but in its stead is Weasley. But we must move on, like the Frugglemot Gargoyle's teeth did." She smiled, but kept her head facing forward, lest her earrings- decorated with twelve silver bells that, when rung, rang so loudly that the whole church can hear them as if they were next to their own ears- clanged and disrupted the service. I blushed and nodded, watching Hermione embrace Ron as they met.

I felt my heart sink, but I whispered a meek "Goodbye Granger," a second time, with a little more confidence.

"And hello Weasley," Luna added.

I stared at her, amazed at how such a loony girl could have an inkling of sense. I don't know what compelled me to do so, but I hugged her then and there. It was a small hug, but it Luna jerked her head up in surprise, and caused her wedding bell earrings to ring. Everyone there yelped in surprise, clamping hands over ears, trying to block out the noise. For me, it was nothing compared to my grandmother's shouts.

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