So Happy Together

We lived happily at first. Harry was a struggling Quidditch player who was trying to be discovered. I often wondered why he had no offers. He was the infamous Harry Potter. I guess after all the stuff Fudge had made up about him, nobody trusted him, even after Cornelius himself had said it was a lie. After that, the whole 'we-must-praise-the-boy-who-lived' crap, kind of went down the drain. Maybe that was why he never got a decent job at the Ministry. After graduating, he realized his Potion marks were to low for him to become an Auror, so he got a job filing papers in the Muggle Affairs department from Ron's dad.

The first couple months of our marriage was the peak of us being together. We got a long fine, at first. We went on dates, he brought me flowers, and we watched movies together. Life was peachy in Pleasantville.

Harry would come home from work right away, just to spend time with me. In the beginning, I was there waiting for him. But as I got better at my job, I started spending a little bit more time there each day. Soon, Harry would be waiting for me. Now, I will admit it. I know, I became sort of a workaholic. But I can honestly say that all stopped when Harry sat me down one night and told me.

"Honey," he said. "We should talk. How is it going? I never see you anymore. You're never around, and when you are you always have to do work. Is that all you think about, work?"

So after he told me that, I started spending more time with him, and things went back to being wonderful, but not for so long. As Harry started becoming better at Quidditch, like good enough to play professionally, he started to go to tryouts for pro teams. And finally he was accepted. I knew this was his life-long dream, so when he started spending less and less time at home, just as I had, I didn't tell as he had. That's when things took a nose dive.

Ron

Ron had always been there for me, as much as he had been there for Harry. Since Harry was never around, Ron and I became a little bit closer. Ginny had always told me that Ron had fancied me, but I never believed her. I had never thought of Ron as anything more than a friend while we were in school. He had always been a really supportive and great friend to Harry and me.

He was doing well himself, Ron was. He had worked his butt off in his job, like I had been doing, before Harry told me I wasn't spending any time with him. He was living in his own place and didn't need his father to get him a job at the ministry, because they had offered him one first. No matter how many times I asked, he wouldn't tell me how much he was making, but I knew it was more than I and Ron was to mature to gloat about it.

Ron started spending more time with me than Harry had. We would have dinner together and we would have long talks by the fire. I never realized how understanding he could be. We became more and more compatible together. Ron always knew the right thing to say. He always knew how to make things better. And one night, after he had left, I realized, I wasn't in love with Harry anymore.

When Harry was around, I became more and more uncomfortable. Harry would tell me about his latest victory, and I would sit there, nodding, wishing it was Ron. One night Ron was telling me about what had happened with his job. We were drinking tea by the fireplace. Suddenly, I just felt the urge to kiss him. My heart started pounding. He looked so cute, as the flames of the fire glinted off his face. And finally, I just couldn't take it anymore. I lifted his chin and kissed him full on the lips. It was amazing, forty times better then when I first kissed Harry. I sat there glued to him for what felt like 2 seconds. I wanted it to last forever, but he pulled away suddenly, shaking his head.

"No," he panted. "No... You're... You're Harry's. He's my best friend. I just can't—"

And he didn't finish his sentence before returning my kiss with a more passionate one. It was like magic. Then Harry's hurt face popped into my head and I pulled away. "Y-you're right. H-Harry, I can't do that to him." Then I stood up suddenly and looked down. I glance up at Ron. He was running his hand through his hair and chewing on his bottom lip.

"Hermione I," He began. "I-I've like you for so long. Since I first met you actually. You were the coolest girl I knew. You were intelligent, witty, sweet, everything I ever dreamed a girl could be, but then you married Harry and he's my best friend and I just-just can't do that to him, no matter how much I've liked you." After he said that I felt like crawling under twenty million blankets and crying.

"I know," I said quietly.

"I should go," he said grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.

"Yeah," was the only thing I managed to say. It was the only thing I could say if I didn't want to burst out bawling. After he left I took in three deep breaths and told myself to calm down. I took a seat at the kitchen table and pressed my forehead to the surface.

A/N: Eh how did you like it? Just a little something I wrote because I was in the mood. If anyone likes it I'll add more, but for now I'll keep it as a one shot.