Harry Potter walked into his flat, dragging his feet. He had just finished a double shift and was dead tired. He had to start requesting more day time patrols. Being an Auror wasn't all it was cracked up to be. There was so much less running and jinxing and more filling out reports. He wasn't wishing for the days of Voldemort but he wished he could have a little bit of action.

He removed his robe and dropped it on the floor, not bothering to hang it in the closet. He stepped into his messy room and fell into bed. He turned over onto his back and removed his shoes. He was about to take his glasses off when his eyes caught a picture beside his bed. It was of him and Hermione. Both looked so happy. Harry spent a few moments staring at it, thinking to when it was taken. Ron had been the one operating the camera. It had been taken on their graduation day from Hogwarts. That had been such a good day. But it had been the last day the three of them had been together for awhile. After that, the three had gone their separate ways.

Harry had stayed in London and worked as an Auror for the British Ministry of Magic. Ron moved to Chudley to play as Keeper for his favorite Quidditch team. And Hermione had moved to Wales to work the upper UK's Department for International Magic Co-operation.

Hermione.

Harry missed her more then anyone. Although they could apparate, they rarely saw each other. Their careers were important and busy, they hardly ever got more then weekends off. Harry barely got that.

Harry was placed his glasses on the nightstand, the picture, now showing Hermione giving Harry a hug, blurred so he could barely make out the black and brunette haired figures.

He layed there, staring at the ceiling, waiting to drift off. His thoughts remained on Hermione. He had wondered why his thoughts could not leave her. It wasn't just tonight. It had been every day and night since they had parted three years ago. He regularly wrote her and she him, but they were mostly about their careers. But lately, she had not written as much she used to.

Maybe he should write her to ask her for coffee or something. All he knew was that he needed to talk to her. He summoned what strength he had and stood up. He walked over to the perch by the window where Hedwig slept with her head tucked under her wing. She had been delivering his reports all day so she was pretty tired. But this couldn't wait. He needed to talk to her. Face to face. He couldn't just ignore that feeling in his stomach whenever he looked at the picture by his bed or read her letters.

He was about to prod her awake when his eyes caught an owl outside his window, approaching his window. He recognized her as Guinevere, Hermione's owl.

Well, that was lucky.

He opened the window, letting in a burst of crisp, cool air. Guinevere flew in and landed on the bedpost, holding out her leg. Harry closed the window and took the letter from the screech owl's outstretched leg. He took his glasses and placed them back on his face.

Wide awake now, he ripped open the seal of the letter and withdrew the contents of the envelope.

He pulled it out and felt engraved writing. He looked at the front of it. It wasn't a letter but an invitation.

On the front of it read: You are cordially invited to the wedding of Matthew O'Neil and Hermione Granger.

With shaking hands he opened it and inside it read: On the September 1st, the wedding of Matthew O'Neil and Hermione Granger will take place to take place at O'Neil Manor in higher Scotland. Please RSVP via owl post.

Harry felt a fury in his heart and, like a small squall becoming a hurricane, it grew. The invitation in his hand burst into flames and he shouted out in anger and pain. He kicked his bedside table, causing Guinevere to jump into the air and fly over to Hedwig's perch. He fell upon his bed, punching a pillow with every fiber of his being. Eventually he fell asleep although he could not remember doing so.

I didn't really know how to begin this story but I had to have it apparent that Harry has feelings for Hermione.