I don't own any of these people, and normally I don't slash Harry and Ron. But I needed them for this story, so for some...sorry and the others...this is the only one.
Part One
Transition
She leaned against the back of the small room, watching the proceedings at the front of the hall. Watching the two men she'd known forever, that at one point had become closer to her then her own family, commit to one another.
She'd tried to get their attention earlier, tried to wish them well, but kept getting pushed back and pushed back until finally she just watched the entire thing like an observer. She frowned, blinking back the hot tears threatening to leak from her eyes. It wasn't fair. She should have been up there with them, she should have been the one who helped them pick out the food and the invitations and the other things. They should have come to her when they were feeling nervous and scared and wondering if this entire ceremony wasn't overdoing it a bit.
She'd heard all of that from Mrs. Weasley and Ginny.
That was the day she knew the trio had split.
They had been together since first year. Thrown together by a rather large troll on Halloween. From that day they'd been inseperatable...okay there were a couple of months where they were separated due to fight and things but those are all things that came with friendship. They faced death on multiple occasions for each other.
When they'd first come to her and told her how they felt, she did have misgivings. But they were quick to promise that their relationship wouldn't harm the long-standing friendship in any way.
And she believed it. She needed to believe it.
She turned a blind eye when the visits became less frequent, when she overheard them talking about something they'd done on a night the three of them were suppose to be together. She ignored it when they did go out and they almost ignored her the entire night.
She ignored the signs for two years...
Until the day she saw Ginny and was told about their upcoming ceremony by the ecstatic redhead. Something they hadn't even bothered to let her know about.
She went home that day and cried. She cried for four hours straight then finally fell asleep exhausted.
The next morning she awoke with a splitting headache and the realization that the friendship might be suffering.
They told her the next day, had been planning to tell her, but Ron let it slip to Ginny and the next thing they knew everyone knew.
She accepted their apology, but watched. Watched every time they forgot she was in the room, watched every time they didn't call her or stop by or weren't home for days at a time. She watched. As they finally came to her upset; afraid that they were losing her as a friend because she seemed so distant lately.
And then today.
Today, she realized that she'd lost them for good. They were no longer the Golden Trio. They were a duo now and she was on the outside looking in. There was no longer any room in their lives for her.
Taking one last look at the two men who had been a close part of her life for as long as she could remember, standing at the front, looking happy, she silently bid them goodbye and turned to walk out of the hall.
The sun was shining but she didn't really care. All she wanted was a long soak in the tub and maybe enough butterbeer to make her forget about this day.
The breeze blew across the trees, catching her hair. Pushing it away from her face, she stopped, noticing a familiar figure leaning against the side of the railing.
"Wedding over already?"
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
The blond man stood up, regarding her. "Just paying my respects."
"It's a commitment ceremony, not a funeral."
"Then why do you look like someone just died?" He remarked.
She opened her mouth, and then closed it. He was right. Something had just died.
"Just...just go away Malfoy," she said softly, continuing her walk to her car. He moved from the rail and slipped in step with her.
"You look like you need a friend."
"Been there, done that."
He smiled. "Come on Granger. Let's go to the pub. I'll buy you a drink. Hell, I'll buy you several. You bloody well deserve them."
She stopped suddenly, looking over at him. "Why? Why are you even here, Malfoy? Getting in a barb about the fact that I've just lost the two men I cared most about. Or the fact that there is no longer a trio."
He looked at her, his face serious. "No. Nothing like that. As I mentioned earlier, you need a friend. And I'm applying for the position."
She snorted. "Not bloody likely."
"Oh come on. I can do it. Just think... intelligent conversations? Someone to hang around with again. Someone to drag you out of that bloody office on Fridays and make sure you don't spend your entire weekend working. Someone to get you drunk enough to forget your bad days..."
"Someone to shag when they're drunk enough to think it's a good idea."
He looked thoughtful. "You think that'll work?"
Despite herself, she smiled. "You're deplorable."
"Come one Granger, what can it hurt? Hell, I'll even call you Hermione."
She thought about it. "On one condition."
He grinned. "Name it."
"Don't ever call me "Mione."
His grin grew wider. 'Deal. So where to first?"
She shook her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this. My apartment so I can change, then wherever you want to go. Have you ever been in a convertible?"
"A what?"
"It's a car. With no top."
"You expect me to get into a Muggle contraption without a lid?"
"This from a man who does deadly sweeps and maneuvers on a broom."
"That's completely different."
She smiled again. "Come on. You'll enjoy it. We'll make a Muggle lover out of you yet."
He snorted, eyeing her car. "Parish the thought."
Sliding into her car, she glanced back at the hall in the distance. The doors were open and she could see them out on the steps surrounded by well-wishers. Smiling slightly, she turned on the ignition, and snickered at her companion's slight squeak of trepidation.
That part of her life was over and she had to move on.
Putting the car in drive, she grinned as she drove off.
At least she could say her future wasn't going to be boring.
Part One
Transition
She leaned against the back of the small room, watching the proceedings at the front of the hall. Watching the two men she'd known forever, that at one point had become closer to her then her own family, commit to one another.
She'd tried to get their attention earlier, tried to wish them well, but kept getting pushed back and pushed back until finally she just watched the entire thing like an observer. She frowned, blinking back the hot tears threatening to leak from her eyes. It wasn't fair. She should have been up there with them, she should have been the one who helped them pick out the food and the invitations and the other things. They should have come to her when they were feeling nervous and scared and wondering if this entire ceremony wasn't overdoing it a bit.
She'd heard all of that from Mrs. Weasley and Ginny.
That was the day she knew the trio had split.
They had been together since first year. Thrown together by a rather large troll on Halloween. From that day they'd been inseperatable...okay there were a couple of months where they were separated due to fight and things but those are all things that came with friendship. They faced death on multiple occasions for each other.
When they'd first come to her and told her how they felt, she did have misgivings. But they were quick to promise that their relationship wouldn't harm the long-standing friendship in any way.
And she believed it. She needed to believe it.
She turned a blind eye when the visits became less frequent, when she overheard them talking about something they'd done on a night the three of them were suppose to be together. She ignored it when they did go out and they almost ignored her the entire night.
She ignored the signs for two years...
Until the day she saw Ginny and was told about their upcoming ceremony by the ecstatic redhead. Something they hadn't even bothered to let her know about.
She went home that day and cried. She cried for four hours straight then finally fell asleep exhausted.
The next morning she awoke with a splitting headache and the realization that the friendship might be suffering.
They told her the next day, had been planning to tell her, but Ron let it slip to Ginny and the next thing they knew everyone knew.
She accepted their apology, but watched. Watched every time they forgot she was in the room, watched every time they didn't call her or stop by or weren't home for days at a time. She watched. As they finally came to her upset; afraid that they were losing her as a friend because she seemed so distant lately.
And then today.
Today, she realized that she'd lost them for good. They were no longer the Golden Trio. They were a duo now and she was on the outside looking in. There was no longer any room in their lives for her.
Taking one last look at the two men who had been a close part of her life for as long as she could remember, standing at the front, looking happy, she silently bid them goodbye and turned to walk out of the hall.
The sun was shining but she didn't really care. All she wanted was a long soak in the tub and maybe enough butterbeer to make her forget about this day.
The breeze blew across the trees, catching her hair. Pushing it away from her face, she stopped, noticing a familiar figure leaning against the side of the railing.
"Wedding over already?"
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
The blond man stood up, regarding her. "Just paying my respects."
"It's a commitment ceremony, not a funeral."
"Then why do you look like someone just died?" He remarked.
She opened her mouth, and then closed it. He was right. Something had just died.
"Just...just go away Malfoy," she said softly, continuing her walk to her car. He moved from the rail and slipped in step with her.
"You look like you need a friend."
"Been there, done that."
He smiled. "Come on Granger. Let's go to the pub. I'll buy you a drink. Hell, I'll buy you several. You bloody well deserve them."
She stopped suddenly, looking over at him. "Why? Why are you even here, Malfoy? Getting in a barb about the fact that I've just lost the two men I cared most about. Or the fact that there is no longer a trio."
He looked at her, his face serious. "No. Nothing like that. As I mentioned earlier, you need a friend. And I'm applying for the position."
She snorted. "Not bloody likely."
"Oh come on. I can do it. Just think... intelligent conversations? Someone to hang around with again. Someone to drag you out of that bloody office on Fridays and make sure you don't spend your entire weekend working. Someone to get you drunk enough to forget your bad days..."
"Someone to shag when they're drunk enough to think it's a good idea."
He looked thoughtful. "You think that'll work?"
Despite herself, she smiled. "You're deplorable."
"Come one Granger, what can it hurt? Hell, I'll even call you Hermione."
She thought about it. "On one condition."
He grinned. "Name it."
"Don't ever call me "Mione."
His grin grew wider. 'Deal. So where to first?"
She shook her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this. My apartment so I can change, then wherever you want to go. Have you ever been in a convertible?"
"A what?"
"It's a car. With no top."
"You expect me to get into a Muggle contraption without a lid?"
"This from a man who does deadly sweeps and maneuvers on a broom."
"That's completely different."
She smiled again. "Come on. You'll enjoy it. We'll make a Muggle lover out of you yet."
He snorted, eyeing her car. "Parish the thought."
Sliding into her car, she glanced back at the hall in the distance. The doors were open and she could see them out on the steps surrounded by well-wishers. Smiling slightly, she turned on the ignition, and snickered at her companion's slight squeak of trepidation.
That part of her life was over and she had to move on.
Putting the car in drive, she grinned as she drove off.
At least she could say her future wasn't going to be boring.