"Percy and Hermione, perfect together, always and forever," Percy had scribbled in his journal. He thought he'd be her boyfriend soon, her husband soon enough. He'd be the love of her life, her wizard in billowing robes. Five years later, they hadn't even gone on a single date and she was marrying someone else.

"I could be here..." whispered Percy to himself, glancing at the four tiered wedding cake, covered in ivory icing and topped in plastic figurines of Hermione and her soon-to-be husband, Ron. They were wizarding figures, of course, and smiling brightly, dancing around the top.

"Ron and Hermione... who would've thought?" he had thought aloud.

"All the signs were there," came a voice in the back of his head. "You just chose to love her anyway. She loves someone else, she's never going to be your wife, always your brother's.

Ginny noticed him staring at the cake. "It's a wonder, isn't it? Who would thought Ron and 'Mione would actually make it this long?"

"Don't call her that!" he shouted, irritated at the pet name.

"Jeez... it's just a nickname. Why are you so upset?"

"None of your business... just something at work."

"Relax, Percival, I'll call her Hermione."

"Thank you, Virginia, he replied with a sneer. He had never liked his name, nor had he liked his pet name, though it was admittedly more tolerable.

"Virginia just doesn't understand what it's like," he thought to himself. Soon, Percy would officially be the only single Weasley. Each of them had a mate but him, he just *had* to fall for someone he couldn't have. William had Akilah, Charles had Aloisia, George had Lee, Frederick had Angelina, Virginia had Cho, and soon Ron would have Hermione. Something so perfect, so gracious, so goddess like... how ever did Ron manage to win her heart where his brother had failed?

"What a track record," thought Percy to himself. "Everyone has someone but baby boy number three, who's desperately in love with his brother's girlfriend."

"Percy?"

"Yes?" Percy said, turning to his freckle faced brother, Ron.

"I'm nervous... don't get me wrong, I love Hermione with all of my heart, and I love Alex too... but I'm not sure I'm ready. I mean, it feels so right, but yet so wrong at the same time."

"That's because it is," thought Percy to himself. "Ron loves Hermione, but so do I." I never said it aloud, though. Hermione couldn't have known.

"Alex is a great kid, I love her as if she were my own daughter. She's not the problem, Hermione's not the problem, I'm the problem," said Ron solemnly. "It just seems so weird to go from thinking of Hermione as my friend to my wife. I mean, I spent ten years convincing people we were just friends."

"I guess what I'm asking is, what should I do?"

Percy thought for a moment. What was a man supposed to do? Was he supposed to support his brother, or be the hero and get the girl? Was he supposed to be loyal or follow his heart? Where would his heart lead him?

"Ron... Hermione loves you. You love her. You'd be a fool and regret it all your life if you came this close and turned her down. Do what you should've done a dozen years ago. Marry her, my brother, and be happy," said Percy, wiping his eyes as he left the room.

"Percy? Could you help me with one more thing? You see... I'm not entirely sure how to put on this tie..."