A/N: At first I wasn't going to use this prompt, because you know, too similar to "things you said when I was crying", but then I got this idea and it seemed funny. This one features Harry! And alcohol! And double weddings! (or not…)

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Rating: PG13

Things you said when you were crying

It was a given that, after having celebrated in private and spent many hours letting it sink in, planning and daydreaming about the future, Harry would be the one they'd tell first. He was more than a friend to both of them, and he had been there all the way, a—sometimes unwilling, sometimes unaware—witness of the development of their relationship. Plus, they were all living in the same house. By all accounts, he deserved to find out first.

Harry had been completely dumbfounded, then happy, then dumbfounded again, which he had covered up by insisting they opened a bottle of something to celebrate, and now the three of them were in stitches over the smallest things.

Harry suddenly appeared to sober up, straightening his askew glasses, and said, 'I don't suppose you're gonna get married right away, though, are you?'

Hermione looked over at Ron. He had his tipsy look of vague smile and slightly narrowed eyes on, which meant that he wasn't going to be much help, so she answered instead.

'No, we're not in a hurry. We want to wait until we're both more settled in our jobs, and we need to start saving and looking for a place to move in.'

'So, over a year?'

'Probably, yes. Why are you asking?'

'Afraid we won't send you an invite, mate?' Ron asked, drawling a little.

'Ha, no. I was just thinking,' Harry started, frowning as if deep in thought. 'You know, we haven't talked about it, and I don't plan on doing it soon, but… you know I'm gonna ask Ginny to marry me one day, too, right?'

'Like hell you will!' Ron said loudly, sitting up straight.

'Didn't you tell me a while ago that I better plan on making an honest woman of your sister some day, since I was…?' Harry trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence, but Hermione was able to fill in the blank on her own.

'You did?' Hermione asked Ron.

'I was drunk.'

'You're not sober now.'

'Yeah. 'sides, you've got to pick one, mate, can't have it both ways,' Harry said.

'Don't get cocky, you specky git,' Ron grunted.

'Where were you going with all this, Harry?' Hermione interjected, trying to steer the conversation back to where it had started.

'Oh—yeah, right.' Harry leaned forwards to brace his weight on his hands, resting on his knees. 'Well, I just thought… if you two are gonna wait for like a year before getting married, maybe by that time I could propose to Ginny and we can plan a double wedding!'

Hermione stared at her best friend's grinning face, nonplussed. On some level, she understood where Harry was coming from. For most of his life, he'd been denied the smallest of pleasures and comforts—but also people he could share what little he had with. Where others would have grown up to be protective of what they had, Harry was selfless nearly in everything, much like Ron. Perhaps that was one of the main reasons the two boys had struck so quick a friendship on that first train ride to Hogwarts.

On a completely different level, though, the one that was rather unrestrained at the moment, she felt like laughing. And so she did.

'Hermione—are you… crying?' she vaguely heard Harry's concerned voice as she doubled over, shaking uncontrollably. She heard Ron's guffaws next to her and, through misty eyes, saw that he too was having a hard time keeping upright on his chair.

'Harry,' Hermione managed to gasp at last, tears of laughter now freely flowing down her cheeks. 'We love you—we really do, and there are no regrets whatsoever about everything we've shared together.'

She glanced at Ron, who was still fighting against a bad case of giggling, then turned back to Harry.

'But I think we'd like our wedding to be about just the two of us,' she finished, trying to sound as gentle as she could. She was positive Harry's idea was mainly alcohol-fuelled and he'd appreciate Hermione having drawn the line in the morning.

Now, though, his face fell slightly in disappointment.

'Oh. Fair point.'

No longer laughing but grinning widely, Ron leaned in to wipe the tear tracks off Hermione's face and said, 'This is why I'm marrying you,' before kissing her. Harry let out a groan of disgust in the background.

'Yeah, no offense, mate,' Ron told him, moving the hand cupping Hermione's face to hold her hand, 'but we really wouldn't want to steal the spotlight at the wedding of The Boy Who Lived!'

After all, there was only so much you could share with even the best of friends… unless you were marrying one of them.