"Her.Hermione? Our Hermione?" Ron gulped and stared at the beautiful,
curvaceous girl in front of him.
"Oh..Harry, Ron, is that you?" her voice was soft and beautiful. She hugged Harry and Ron gently, and stared at the two women they had with them.
"Erm, Herm, this is Fleur," Ron was unable to keep his eyes off of Malfoy. Harry was furious. SHE WAS ENGAGED TO MALFOY? THE BOY WHO, IN ALL HIS YEARS AS HOGWARTS, NEVER SAID ONE KIND THING TO HER? A BOY WHO CALLED HER FILTHY NAMES LIKE 'MUDBLOOD' WAS HER FIANCE?
"And this-" Harry jerked his head over towards the lovely Fiona, "-is my wife, Fiona." Hermione and Draco nodded.
"So," Fiona began awkwardly, "when did you two get engaged?" Hermione and Malfoy looked at eachother adoringly and Malfoy patted Hermione's tiny hand.
"It was a blissful three months ago," he answered sweetly, "And I was at-"
"Why, Hermione?" Harry couldn't control himself; he was so angry. She blinked those beautiful brown eyes.
"Why what?" she asked.
"Why are you engaged to filth like Malfoy?"
"HARRY!" Fiona spat out, "That was very rude!" Harry turned on his lovely wife, his eyes gleaming. She stepped back automatically.
"You don't know." He stared right through her green eyes, "you don't know what he was.what he IS like." He shifted his gaze to Hermione.that beauty.
"Harry," Hermione mumbled, "that was a long time ago. Whether you like it or not-"
"Well I don't like it," Harry grumbled, "how could you be engaged to the guy who tortured you all through Hogwarts? The guy we all hated? I won't allow this!" Hermione stiffened and grabbed Draco's hand.
"Well Harry," she said coldly, "I thought that you were one of my best friends. I thought you could be happy for me, and mature enough to realize that all of that nonsense was a long time ago. We grew up, moved on, and fell in love. Is there anything so completely wrong with that?" There was a silence in their little group. He heard Fleur cough. His heart was thumping like crazy. "Come on, Draco." Hermione pulled her fiancé away from them, not looking back at Harry.
"Well," Fiona said, "Harry you are being completely childish. Hermione is right! What is wrong with-"
"Shut up, Fi," Harry growled.
"What?"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" he screamed. Why am I doing this? He asked himself. I'm happily married.aren't I? Why can't I be happy for Hermione? Does it really matter who she marries, as long as she is happy? YES he answered himself. It does.
"I don't understand-" Fiona began.
"That's just it." Harry cut her off. "You don't understand. You don't know what Malfoy was like. You don't know all the times he made Hermione cry. You don't know how angry I can feel right now." Fiona stared at Ron.
"Well, wouldn't he be mad too, then?" Harry turned to look at Ron.
"I'm happy for Hermione," Ron stated flatly, "I don't care who she is with.she's happy, for god sakes, Harry!"
"Can't you let it go?" Fiona said sadly.
"NO!" he slapped her quickly. She stumbled backward and fell into Ron's arms. Her lovely cheeks were red from where he slapped her. Tears filled her cute little eyes.
"HARRY!" Ron growled, rubbing Fiona's cheek. Even Fleur glared at him. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Harry didn't really know. What WAS wrong with him??? He didn't want to answer, instead he turned around and ran off, into the dense crowd of adults.
He sat for a while, by himself in one of the empty corridors. His head was in his hands.he was crying. Why was that? Was he really THAT upset about Hermione and Draco? Was he crazy or something? Before he could ponder that question, a faint "Harry.." was said. He looked up. Hermione. So beautiful.
"Harry, what is wrong with you tonight?" She sat down next to him and smoothed out her black dress. She was beautiful. So beautiful. "I was so excited to see you and Ron and then you..went biserk. Why?" He couldn't look at her. She gently wiped a tear from his eye. Her touch tingled his cheeks. She was so beautiful.
"Because it hurt seeing you with Draco." He couldn't help it; the words blurted out. She raised an eyebrow.
"Why is that?" she asked. She touched his arm gently, a questioning look in her tender eyes.
"Because..because I love you." He stammered. He looked at her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she put her hands on his head and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He held her tightly and continued to kiss her romantically. She was so beautiful. What about Fiona? He asked himself. He didn't stop the kiss.he only wished it would never stop.
"Oh..Harry, Ron, is that you?" her voice was soft and beautiful. She hugged Harry and Ron gently, and stared at the two women they had with them.
"Erm, Herm, this is Fleur," Ron was unable to keep his eyes off of Malfoy. Harry was furious. SHE WAS ENGAGED TO MALFOY? THE BOY WHO, IN ALL HIS YEARS AS HOGWARTS, NEVER SAID ONE KIND THING TO HER? A BOY WHO CALLED HER FILTHY NAMES LIKE 'MUDBLOOD' WAS HER FIANCE?
"And this-" Harry jerked his head over towards the lovely Fiona, "-is my wife, Fiona." Hermione and Draco nodded.
"So," Fiona began awkwardly, "when did you two get engaged?" Hermione and Malfoy looked at eachother adoringly and Malfoy patted Hermione's tiny hand.
"It was a blissful three months ago," he answered sweetly, "And I was at-"
"Why, Hermione?" Harry couldn't control himself; he was so angry. She blinked those beautiful brown eyes.
"Why what?" she asked.
"Why are you engaged to filth like Malfoy?"
"HARRY!" Fiona spat out, "That was very rude!" Harry turned on his lovely wife, his eyes gleaming. She stepped back automatically.
"You don't know." He stared right through her green eyes, "you don't know what he was.what he IS like." He shifted his gaze to Hermione.that beauty.
"Harry," Hermione mumbled, "that was a long time ago. Whether you like it or not-"
"Well I don't like it," Harry grumbled, "how could you be engaged to the guy who tortured you all through Hogwarts? The guy we all hated? I won't allow this!" Hermione stiffened and grabbed Draco's hand.
"Well Harry," she said coldly, "I thought that you were one of my best friends. I thought you could be happy for me, and mature enough to realize that all of that nonsense was a long time ago. We grew up, moved on, and fell in love. Is there anything so completely wrong with that?" There was a silence in their little group. He heard Fleur cough. His heart was thumping like crazy. "Come on, Draco." Hermione pulled her fiancé away from them, not looking back at Harry.
"Well," Fiona said, "Harry you are being completely childish. Hermione is right! What is wrong with-"
"Shut up, Fi," Harry growled.
"What?"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" he screamed. Why am I doing this? He asked himself. I'm happily married.aren't I? Why can't I be happy for Hermione? Does it really matter who she marries, as long as she is happy? YES he answered himself. It does.
"I don't understand-" Fiona began.
"That's just it." Harry cut her off. "You don't understand. You don't know what Malfoy was like. You don't know all the times he made Hermione cry. You don't know how angry I can feel right now." Fiona stared at Ron.
"Well, wouldn't he be mad too, then?" Harry turned to look at Ron.
"I'm happy for Hermione," Ron stated flatly, "I don't care who she is with.she's happy, for god sakes, Harry!"
"Can't you let it go?" Fiona said sadly.
"NO!" he slapped her quickly. She stumbled backward and fell into Ron's arms. Her lovely cheeks were red from where he slapped her. Tears filled her cute little eyes.
"HARRY!" Ron growled, rubbing Fiona's cheek. Even Fleur glared at him. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Harry didn't really know. What WAS wrong with him??? He didn't want to answer, instead he turned around and ran off, into the dense crowd of adults.
He sat for a while, by himself in one of the empty corridors. His head was in his hands.he was crying. Why was that? Was he really THAT upset about Hermione and Draco? Was he crazy or something? Before he could ponder that question, a faint "Harry.." was said. He looked up. Hermione. So beautiful.
"Harry, what is wrong with you tonight?" She sat down next to him and smoothed out her black dress. She was beautiful. So beautiful. "I was so excited to see you and Ron and then you..went biserk. Why?" He couldn't look at her. She gently wiped a tear from his eye. Her touch tingled his cheeks. She was so beautiful.
"Because it hurt seeing you with Draco." He couldn't help it; the words blurted out. She raised an eyebrow.
"Why is that?" she asked. She touched his arm gently, a questioning look in her tender eyes.
"Because..because I love you." He stammered. He looked at her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she put her hands on his head and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He held her tightly and continued to kiss her romantically. She was so beautiful. What about Fiona? He asked himself. He didn't stop the kiss.he only wished it would never stop.