Summary: HHr. Bill and Fleur's wedding. Harry has been slowly sinking deeper and deeper into depression as the war rages on, but can a few helpful words from Bill and Fleur help 2/3rds of the Golden Trio see each other in a whole new light? Can this help Harry with his problems, not only emotional, but his destiny, aswell? Read and review. No flames, please.

---Chapter 1: Love

"Fleur! You have to calm down! We can't get you into this dress if you don't hold still!" Hermione screeched, as she tried to coax the horrible puff ball onto the part Veela.

"'Ow can I calm down? I am about to get married! I'm zo 'appy!" She squealed as she slipped the last strap onto her delicate shoulder.

"We know, Fleur, but if you don't stop fidgeting, you won't live till your wedding!" Mrs. Weasley threatened, taking Hermione's side and puling the corset together in the back.

"Ouch! Don't pull zo 'ard! I vant it loose" Feur said, rubbing her stomache carefully.

"Why would you want it loose, dear? Your figure is so perfect...and it is a corset, hun." Mrs. Weasley said, ignoring the shocked expression upon Hermione's face.

"Um...Fleur...can we speak...alone?" She asked, saying the last bit to Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, okay, you two girls talk your little hearts out! Just don't blame me when your late for your own wedding, Fleur!" Mrs. Weasley, or Molly, said as she closed the bedroom door behind her.

"Vut do you vant, 'Ermione?" Fleur asked as she loosend the corset ties with some difficulty.

"Fleur...I know this isn't any of my business, but...are you pregnant?" She asked, whispering as she swatted Fleur's hands away from the ties and loosend them herself.

"You are very observant, 'Ermione. Yes, I am. About 2 months along, the doctors zay" She beamed, as she rubbed her stomache subconsiously.

"That's great, Fleur, but you do realize Mrs. Weasley will have a fit if she finds out that this happend before you were married, right?" Hermione said, chuckling a bit at the thought of Mrs. Weasley lecturing her grown son and his wife like they were children.

"Yes, I know. But...Bill and I just couldn't help it...vonce ve opened our hearts to von another, ve just couldn't help it" She said, giving Hermione a look that seemed to say so much, but what, exactly, Hermione couldn't figure out.

"You know...I've zeen the vay you look at 'im, 'Ermione. You should just let it out" She said, grinning like mad.

"Everyone says that! But I have thought it over and over, and I just don't think Ron and I are...compatible. He is too selfish at times...jealous most of the time, and is a tad immature. Don't get me wrong, he's one of my best friends, but I just can't seem to...connect with him. I need someone who is...I don't know...just...different." She said, plopping herself onto the bed with a sigh. Hermione had thought about this a lot lately, and she also thought about a certain Boy Who Lived, aswell. But she wouldn't admit that to anyone, especially not to herself.

"I vasn't talking about Ron. I vas talking about 'Arry" She said, as she sat down to the mirror and fixed up her makeup that was a bit mussed up from the struggle with the dress.

"What! Harry's a friend...nothing more. Besides, Ginny loves him, and he adores her" She said, looking slightly crestfallen.

"Yes, but he also broke up vith 'er. he said it waz for zafty, right? Too much of a risk?" She said, arching her eyebrow a bit as she applied lipgloss.

"Well, yes, but that's not the point. They love each other, and like I said, he's just a friend"

"Bill and I were only friends, aswell. Besides, friends are vhat makes the best relationships. I've zeen the vay you look at each other...how he protects you virst and formost, and how you go to him for everything and anything, and vice versa" Fleur said, as she stood and walked to the table that held her veil and such.

"Fleur...I...Harry and I...we...Listen, I'm his friend, he's 'with' Ginny, and I am being pushed towards Ron, who seems to be quite taken with me. If Harry and I were to...get together...we would mess everything up. Trust would me lost, I fear that Ron would break away, along with a few members of his family, and Ginny would hate me to no end! How could I even THINK of risking all of that? What could be worth all of that?" Hermione asked, tears springing to her eyes, causing Fleur to understand the complexity of the situation. Nonetheless, she knew exactly what was worth all of that.

"Love."