A/N: Ok! We're getting closer and closer to the end :( That's why I have good news! As I was sitting in math, I was doodling while solving a problem having to do with three friends. BINGO! Why not make this the first segment in a trilogy!? So..that's what I'm doing. I hope you share my enthusiasm! LOL :) ENJOY!
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At the night before the wedding, we had an extra rehearsal. The groom forgot his vows, the bride tripped over her own shoelace and the ringbearer went at the wrong time. I sighed and slapped my forehead as we started again. After three more times, we were allowed to sit down and eat, however, Carmen objected.
"We need to make sure he gets it on the exact count!" She whined, complaining about the ringbearer.
The ringbearer, who's name was Scott, complained with his mouth full of food "I try, Carmen! But I do a pretty god damn good job!"
I giggled as Harry gave him a look.
"Hear, hear!" I said laughing and raising my glass of Diet Cherry Coke.
Harry looked at me. I shrugged and then turned back to my meal.
I could feel his eyes burning in the back of my neck so I turned around and got up.
"Is there something you want to talk to me about?" I whispered.
"Yeah, come here!" Harry took my arm and led me away from my lovely fried chicken and mashed potatoes.
It was cold in the church section, since the heat had been turned off.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Harry." I replied.
"OK, I know we haven't been on friendly terms the past few weeks. But I want to get married knowing we're friends, otherwise it'll taunt me forever, I swear. So promise me we'll be friends again?" He asked, his eyes pleading.
I thought about this. On one hand, his happiness was at stake if I told him the truth and on the other, my happiness if I told h the truth. If I told him, he'd probably never want to talk to me EVER again and if I didn't, I'd be living in misery. I want
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At the night before the wedding, we had an extra rehearsal. The groom forgot his vows, the bride tripped over her own shoelace and the ringbearer went at the wrong time. I sighed and slapped my forehead as we started again. After three more times, we were allowed to sit down and eat, however, Carmen objected.
"We need to make sure he gets it on the exact count!" She whined, complaining about the ringbearer.
The ringbearer, who's name was Scott, complained with his mouth full of food "I try, Carmen! But I do a pretty god damn good job!"
I giggled as Harry gave him a look.
"Hear, hear!" I said laughing and raising my glass of Diet Cherry Coke.
Harry looked at me. I shrugged and then turned back to my meal.
I could feel his eyes burning in the back of my neck so I turned around and got up.
"Is there something you want to talk to me about?" I whispered.
"Yeah, come here!" Harry took my arm and led me away from my lovely fried chicken and mashed potatoes.
It was cold in the church section, since the heat had been turned off.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Harry." I replied.
"OK, I know we haven't been on friendly terms the past few weeks. But I want to get married knowing we're friends, otherwise it'll taunt me forever, I swear. So promise me we'll be friends again?" He asked, his eyes pleading.
I thought about this. On one hand, his happiness was at stake if I told him the truth and on the other, my happiness if I told h the truth. If I told him, he'd probably never want to talk to me EVER again and if I didn't, I'd be living in misery. I want
