Turn Away From Me

Disclaimer: Not mine...

Summery: Hermione marries Harry to fufill what the wizarding world
thinks she has to do, but loves Ron. Ron loves and hates them both. Harry
thinks he loves Hermione. What does he do when she breaks his heart? (H/D)

This will be slash.

A/N: READ ME! VERY IMPORTANT! as you may notice this story is written quite a bit differently then my normal. that is becasue i am taking this story over for a friend who has stopped writting fanfiction. so the first two chapters are actually hers. Also, it a much differnt style thenI am used to writting. A lot different then my other stories. it has also taken me forever to update, but i will finish it. unlike me she actually maps out whats going to happen. who does that? Any way, let me know what you think. if its good enough to continue. i'm notwritting till chapter three, don't forget. But i'm certian she'll be interested in what you think. so, here you go. Also she uses ' to siginify talking rather then " (the double. in caseanyone is confused.)

It was the wedding of the century, long awaited by the whole community, and he wasn't going to be there. Ron Weasley refused to go to his best friend's wedding. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, the wedding everyone had been looking forward to, and Ron Weasley was expected to be the best man. But he wasn't. He was furious.

'He knew that I loved Hermione,' he mumbled frustratedly at the coffee shop. The wedding was going on down the street and he was fuming that Harry and Hermione were finally going to tie the knot. 'He knew that I had loved her since 6th year, and he still insisted on marrying her, convincing himself that he loved her more. I know he doesn't, but he just gave into peer pressure. Oh, my God, I'm so going to get him for this.'

The news caused many an uproar in the wizarding community. Ron Weasley? Not attending his best friends' wedding? Ron Weasley and Harry Potter fighting over the same woman?

Ron sat back in his seat, closing his eyes as he thought about his and Hermione's last encounter.

flashback

'Ron,' she whispered tenderly, cupping his face in her hands. 'I'm so sorry.' Ron didn't want to believe it, but he did. He knew Hermione loved him, had told him so herself. But what infuriated him to no end was that she didn't love Harry, and yet she still agreed to marry him. Since when were Harry and Hermione ones to go against what they believed in and follow what was expected? Okay, so Harry kind of was. But Hermione?

'Please, Ron, you have to believe me.' Ron closed his eyes and turned away.

'I do believe you,' he whispered. 'And that's what I don't understand. Why did you agree to marry him when you know that he doesn't love you. I love you, you know this. Hermione Granger, I love you more than life itself. Why do you insist on this?'

Hermione's tough cover broke and her eyes welled with tears. 'I love you, Ronald Weasley. Despite whatever vows I might make, despite whatever the whole bloody world thinks, I will always love you. Don't you ever forget that.'

end flashback

Those were the last words she had said to him, though he had received many remorseful glances from her. Every one of them told him of her undying love, and every one of them tore his heart more and more.

'Bloody stupid people,' he mumbled, standing up and putting afive piece on the table as a tip. This cafe had become one of his favourites, and he was a frequent visitor. He stood up and walked over to the cashier, pulling out his wallet and paying them without a word. The bells chimed in the distance (though really not so far) and Ron's body went rigid as he saw and heard the doors of the church open. The guests streamed out, and cheers sounded as thousands of people witnessed the newly married Potters run down the steps amidst rice and streamers, smiling themselves silly.

'Screw them,' Ron said viciously. He turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction. He missed the distraught look that Hermione had cast his direction. She knew that he would be at the cafe, and it pained her that the only man she had ever loved was not the one who was getting into the car with her.

'Hermione,' Harry said as soon as the door was closed. Her chocolate brown eyes turned to his and they immediately filled with tears. 'I know, 'Mione,' he whispered. 'I wish he could have been here, too. He has no idea how much it hurt me to have him be pushed away. But I have something to tell you,' he said abruptly. Hermione turned her tear streaked face in his direction. Affectionately he brushed away the spare tendrils of hair from her face and wiped her cheek with his thumb.

'I love you,' he said. Hermione shook her head.

'No, not you too,' she said distractedly.

'What do you mean? Hermione, don't you understand? This wedding meant everything to me. I answered his questions in full earnest. I love you and I mean it when I say I want to be with you forever.'

'Harry, no! Stop!'

Harry stopped, shocked. 'Why? Didn't you hear me?'

'Yes, but . . . oh Harry, don't you understand yet? I love you, but I don't love you like that. You're still my best friend. I told you, so many times, I've told you. I love Ron. This wedding-' her hand signaled around them- 'was just an act. I may be married to you and put up an image of the happy couple, but my heart will always belong to Ron.'

Harry caught her hand in midair and gazed into her eyes. 'Surely you don't mean that you could never, ever love me? Not even slightly?' Painfully, she shook her head. Harry let go of her hand and looked away. 'All right. I understand.' He moved away to the front of the car. 'Driver, drop me off here. I can go the rest of the way by myself.'

'Harry, no, please. Don't be stupid,' Hermione tried to reason.

'I'm sorry, Hermione, but if I can't have your heart, I'm not going to trick the others into thinking I can. I won't live a lie like this. Go to Ron. I'll be ok. He loves you Hermione.' Harry looked at her as he stepped out of the car. 'And I couldn't be happier for him to secure the love of someone so amazing. I wish you all the happiness in the world. Goodbye, Hermione.'

The door shut on her words of protest, and the driver asked if he could continue. Hermione mumbled a week consent and spent the rest of the ride to her wedding reception in tears. How did she manage to drive away the two men in her life who meant the world to her?