"I love you," Ron whispered into Hermione's ear as they slowly moved around the dancefloor.

Hermione's face was glowing. She was beautiful... He bushy brown hair was pulled up into a bun and she was wearing a long white dress -- Every little girls dream bridal gown. Yes, she was the perfect blushing bride.

She giggled and smiled, showing all her oh-so-white teeth. "I love you too, Ronald Weasley,"

"I should hope so, Mrs--"

"Hermione, how lovely to see you again!" A young, attractive, blonde-haired woman said, interrupting the two as they danced.

"Oh, hello Lavender," Twenty-five year old Hermione said, forcing a smile. She didn't like the air-headed woman, but had invited her to the wedding out of politeness.

"It's been so long since we've seen each other, we just have to catch up sometime," Lavender gushed, pulling her long hair away from her tanned face and fanning herself with a piece of paper, "It was just a beautiful ceremony, wasn't it?"

"It certainly was," said Ron, staring at Lavender.

"Well, I'd better get back to Neville -- You'll find out how husbands are, dear," she said to Hermione, giving her a wink before walking off. Ron continued to stare as she retreated.

Hermione playfully slapped his arm with her elegant, gloved hand. "I saw you staring at her -- Honestly, I can't believe she'd wear such a low-cut dress to a wedding, everyone knows you're not supposed to upstage the bride." she joked.

"And she most certainly didn't," Ron said, taking her into his arms again and leading her into a waltz. The Weird Sisters had been hired to play the music at the wedding, which truly had been a beautiful ceremony.

Hermione blushed at his comment and self-conciously fiddled with first her hair, then her dress, then her mother's necklace, which was hanging around her neck (something borrowed).

"You're too nice to me." she sighed, smiling up at him.

"Aren't I, though?" he replied jokingly, grinning back.

"May I cut in?" a deep voice said. Ron and Hermione looked up into their friend Harry's dark green eyes, which were sparkling and smiling at them.

"But of course, Harry." Ron said, still with a grin on his face.

"Why thank you for your permission, Ronald... She's only my wife, after all." Harry put his arm around Hermione's waist and pulled her away onto the dancfloor. Ron watched them go, groom and bride, husband and wife, his best friend and the woman they both loved. He hated hiding his feelings, but Ron could never know. There was something to be said for monogamy after all, even if it was only a pretence.