Lil bit of angst apart from my fluff drabbles mWHEHEHEHEHDHHF, also originally posted this in the drabbles channel over on the HMS Harmony Discord and i'm just reposting it on here. anyway thanks and enjoy! (next chapter is the sequel)
There she was.
Beautiful, two pieces of her chestnut brown curls framing her face while the rest were laid back in a bun, a translucent veil covering her face.
I was tearing up at how beautiful she had gotten over the years, and the makeup only enhanced her features. I could see right through her veil even if it was covering her. And the tears started falling and all I saw was a blur of lights and images from my continued sob as I continued watching My Hermione walk down the aisle. Even my glasses were getting teardrops as I went to clear my vision.
I think I look quite dashing myself, sporting a black muggle tuxedo outfit and waiting for her to arrive, tears filling my eyes again. She looks amazing tonight.
With her fastly approaching, I compose myself once more; I need to get it together. She's coming and I need to get ready. Finally, her steps elevate as she walks toward me, all my dreams coming true.
But then she walks right past me, toward my best friend interlocking her little gloved arm with his; flashing me that damn sweet little smile from I've always loved.
I snap out of my fantasy.
She will never be My Hermione.