She's Happy

Disclaimer: Everything in and about Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.

Author's Note: Hello! I'm sorry if this chapter would be a little cliffhanger but it would be sooooo long if I don't stop. And I apologize in advance if the next chapter would take a little long since in our country school already started. Enjoy & please leave a review. Thanks!

Summary: Harry and his friends hadn't seen each other for quite a while. When they finally had this "reunion", he finds out that Hermione's is getting married. He has no say in it. All that he could possibly do is remind himself: She's happy.

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Harry was tapping his fingers on the table in Three Broomsticks waiting for Ron. He knew that he wasn't really the best in making it to his appointments on time. Harry already finished half of his butterbeer at half past four when he saw Ron rush inside and sit opposite him. He grinned as he watched his bestfriend huff and puff in the chair and order butterbeer together with a large waffle. When Ron finally caught enough breath, he started the conversation.

"Hi Harry. Thanks for waiting. We had some emergency at the office. And Sirius won't hear a word of my excuses to go."

"It's alright mate." Harry replied. "So what do you want to talk to me about?"

"About Hermione's wedding," Ron paused for a few seconds. "Are you really for it?"

"Of course," answered Harry. "I mean, she's happy about it, so it's fine with me. Is it okay with you?"

Harry watched as Ron's order came and he immediately started biting on it. "Yeah. But it's not about me, I'm just, you know, worried about you."

"Worried?"

"Yeah," continued Ron. "I was looking at you yesterday Harry, and I could tell that you were quite, well, sad for some reason."

"Sad? Why would I be sad?" asked Harry.

"Oh I don't know," said Ron sarcastically, "maybe because you're madly in love with her?"

"Really?" challenged Harry. "How would you know?"

"C'mon Harry, if you have two bestfriends who's in love with each other it's nearly impossible for you not to know."

"Oh, yeah?" Harry found it hard to believe. "If we are in love with each other then why is she marrying Brian?"

"Calm down mate," said Ron. "The question is, will you do something about it?"

There was silence. Harry watched other people munching cakes, drinking sodas, and his eyes focused itself on a couple. The couple was very happy, feeding each other, laughing. It seems like they were teasing each other. He remembered Hermione and him and the way they acted just like that and everyone thought they were a couple, which they were not, which they will never be.

"No." Harry said. "I can't stand in their way, they love each other. Besides, they already chose me as their best man; it might as well be 'My Bestfriend's Wedding'."

"What?"

"Never mind," said Harry. "Anyway, she's happy with him… too happy…"

"But haven't you asked yourself whether you could've made her happier." Ron's word struck his heart.

There was silence once again. Could I have made her happier, Harry asked himself. "Yes," said the hopeful voice in his brain. "No…" said the other. I guess not, he decided. She left him for this guy, she must have thought about it a lot. Hermione was nothing if not smart, she must've thought it was a wise thing to do. I guess it is, he thought. None of them noticed Hermione enter the restaurant.

"Hi guys!"

Both he and Ron jumped up. "Hermione! What are you doing here?"

"Why? Can't I have a nice little walk in the village we used to go to when we were teenagers?" she asked them. "No, honestly. I went to Harry's flat but he wasn't there so I figured that he must be here."

"Why?"

"Well, I just wanted to ask you something." Hermione said. Then she looked at Ron with a stare that clearly said, "Could you leave us alone for a few minutes?"

Ron quickly stood up. "Woah, look at the time. I've got to head back to the office Harry. Thanks for your time. Bye Hermione. " And he ran outside of Three Broomsticks.

"What was that about?" asked Hermione.

"Beats me." Answered Harry, "So, what's up."

"Well to be honest," she started. "I want to ask you a favor."

"Hermione, that's three favors in a week." Harry joked. "And I thought being Brian's bestman was the last?" he suddenly stopped. The memory still pained him a little bit.

"Well this is kind of important," she continued. "I've got this muggle friend who's going to celebrate her 18th birthday, and she's planning to have a big formal party, since they're rich and all. And she kind of asked me to play at her celebration."

"So, what's that got to do with me?" he asked.

"Well, aside from my friend, I don't know anybody else there." She said. "And I was hoping you would accompany me."

"C'mon Hermione," he said. "You're too old for a chaperone."

"I know," she replied. "But I don't want to look awkward sitting in a table, alone, with no one to talk to."

"What about Brian?" Harry asked.

"He's got work." She answered. "C'mon Harry… Please… ohpleaseohpleaseohplease?"

"Ok. Ok." He said, hearing enough of her begging. "I'll go with you."

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Thanks, Harry. I'll just go to your flat next weekend then we can apparate together to the hotel, since you don't know where it is. Oh and remember it's a formal occasion. So dress properly."

"Sure."

She then stood to leave and she kissed Harry on the lips. Harry stayed for a little longer to think about things. Harry grinned as he pictured Hermione wearing a gown and remembered the Yule Ball they had at Hogwarts during their fourth year, she looked stunningly beautiful. Plus a whole night together, maybe there they could talk about things particularly her wedding. Harry decided to stop his trail of thoughts. He was not going to convince Hermione to change her mind about the wedding at all. Sometimes the mind can be such a traitor at times, he thought. Then he noticed that his heart was beating faster than usual as he tried to remember, did Hermione just kiss him on the lips?

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Harry paced up and down his living room anxiously waiting for Hermione. He looked at his watch every five minutes to check the time. Their agreement was 6 but it was already quarter to seven and still there was no sight of her. He kept going back and forth to the bathroom to check his appearance, straitening his coat once in awhile, and fixing his tie every now and then. Though he didn't try and do something about his hair, since it was still going to be messy whatever he did with it. He didn't know why but it was as if his obligation to look as presentable as possible in front of Hermione. Five minutes passed and it was already 6:50 and still no Hermione.

He decided to sit for a while; he couldn't take all this waiting. Harry had to admit that he was still haunted by the kiss that Hermione had given him. He had tried to glue it to his stubborn mind that it was just a friendly gesture, but it won't hear anything of it. Finally at 7 o' clock, he heard a loud pop in his bathroom that confirmed that Hermione finally arrived. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Harry almost fainted at the sight of her. She was very beautiful in her periwinkle-blue haltered dress and a long skirt in a darker shade of blue. Her hair was perfect and was once again rolled up just like in their fourth year.

"Wow Hermione," exclaimed Harry. "You look so…" beautiful, "so…" beautiful, "nice." He finished.

"Thanks," she said with a smile. "You don't look so bad yourself. So are you ready?"

"As always."

Then they held hands and with a soft pop they disappeared and reappeared somewhere near the ballroom. When Harry realized where he was. He quickly ran outside and hoped that no one saw him. They apparated in a girl's bathroom. He waited for Hermione to come out, which took a few more seconds. When she finally did, he ran to her.

"Why didn't you tell me that we were going to apparate in a girl's bathroom?"

"Hey," she said while laughing quite loudly. "It's nothing new to you, is it?"

"Hmmph!" said Harry. "C'mon, let's just go to the registration area so we can find our table number."

He extended his hand to Hermione like an escort, which she took. Harry could remember the old times, when Hogwarts held balls and formal occasions. Most of the time the two were left with no dates and they would go together just as "close friends". He quickly put this out of his mind since he knew that he could do nothing about the past, as much as he would like to, he can't. They started to walk to the registration and when they entered the room, the host of the party announced over the microphone:

"And now ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause for the internationally acclaimed musician… Ms. Hermione Granger!"

All of the people inside the ballroom stood up and started clapping loudly. Harry looked at her and couldn't help but grin. He knew Hermione was famous but not this famous. She couldn't hide her happiness too as she waved to the people and made their way to the grand piano. She sat, and Harry just stood beside her. She quieted herself for a few moments. And after everyone has sat down she began to play the ever-so-famous Fur Elise composed by Beethoven. Harry watched in admiration at her gentle yet strong hands. It was as if she was racing against time as she played through the piece wonderfully. As all three parts of it was played with perfection the audience once again stood up and clapped. Hermione also stood up and bowed to them.

"Thank you Ms. Granger for that very wonderful performance." Said the emcee.

"Wow, Hermione!" Harry was shocked. "That was really great. You're the best person I know when it comes to playing the piano."

"Harry," she replied as they made their way to their table for two. "I'm the only person you know who could play the piano."

"Yeah… true…"

"Uggh!" she said as she slapped his arm playfully. "You can be such a prat sometimes, do you know that?"

Harry only laughed as they sat on their table. Finally, the birthday girl arrived with a grand entrance. The emcee called onto her and asked the people round to give her a round of applause, which they did, though Hermione's entrance was greeted with more enthusiasm, he thought. The girl was named Adrianne, which to Harry's opinion was supposed to be a guy's name. She was pretty but not as beautiful as Hermione and wore a floaty gown that was red in color. And she took a seat at the very front where everyone could see her.

"So that's the birthday girl, huh?" Harry asked. "How did you get to know her anyway?"

"Well her mom is my boss at work."

"You mean," he whispered. "Her mother's a witch?"

"Yeah." Said Hermione. "She married a muggle and their child seemed to not have acquired her magical powers."

"So," he said. "Does her husband know what she really is?"

"Of course." She replied. "If you're married it's kind of your obligation to tell all of you secrets to each other."

Finally, it was time to eat. They stood up and went to the buffet table, getting a little of everything. Harry was known to be a big eater but he was always in shape because of all the quidditch training he went to every week. It was like a Hogwarts feast though your food doesn't magically appear on your plate. When they finished getting their food, they went back to their table.

"Hey Harry," she said to him, smiling. "Now I believe that you really got a lot on your plate."

"What can I say?" he replied. "I'm a growing boy. So does Brian know that you're something out of the ordinary?"

"Yes." She answered. "She knows that I'm the most beautiful girl she's ever met."

Harry sniggered on his plate. "You know what I really mean, Hemione."

"Oh that," she said shyly. "Well, no. But I do plan on telling him someday. Let's not think about that for now, let's just enjoy this night."

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