How's it Going to Happen?

What If Krum Had Something To Do With It?

This chapter is based on an idea in a review from Ginny Baudelaire. Thank you very much! I hope you enjoy this one, I certainly can't wait to write it.

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I don't own Harry Potter.

Bill and Fleur were married, and Harry was happy. There was no other word for it. He had had just enough alcohol to feel good about everything without getting drunk. He had danced with Ginny for a bit and managed to keep his feelings for her under control. He still felt slightly depressed about having to leave her, but for the moment he was trying not to focus on that.

Ron was sitting at the side of the dance floor. He looked very moody, glaring out across the room.Thinking that this was the last thing he needed, Harry moved over to join him.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi."

Ron didn't look up. Harry followed his gaze, but found it hard to see what he was looking at because the room was full of people dancing.

"What's up?"

"What? Oh - nothing. I'm fine."

But he continued to look gloomy. Harry sat beside him.

"Look, what are you looking at?" he asked.

"I told you, nothing!" Ron hissed, turning away from Harry.

Harry glanced in the direction Ron had been glaring in again. And he instantly saw what was obviously making him so angry.

Hermione and Krum were dancing together, huge smiles on their faces.

Harry didn't know what to say. Having been friends with both Ron and Hermione for several years, he'd always had the increasing feeling that they had a 'thing' for each other. And now there Hermione was, with Ron's ex-idol, having a brilliant time with him. Harry wasn't sure what had happened to her. Was she with him? Or were they dancing as friends? He didn't even know Krum was at the wedding. Maybe Fleur had invited him.

"Oh," he muttered.

"Yeah?" Ron sighed, turning back to face Harry, "She's with him again. I thought it was over."

"She's never really said that, though, has she?"

"She went out with McLaggen!"

Harry thought Ron was probably right, even though he didn't quite know what Ron had just said.

"Maybe - he saw her and asked her out?"

"I hope not." Ron shot a furious glare in Krum's direction for a second, before looking away, scared he'd been spotted.

"Ron, why do you care so much, anyway? It's not like it's affecting you or anything!"

Harry wanted Ron to admit to it. He wanted Ron to tell him how he felt towards Hermione ... then maybe things would get better between them ... they might argue less ... nothing like Lavender Brown would ever happen again ...

"I - I don't know!" Ron gasped, burying his face in his hands, "I have no idea! I just - when I see her - with him - I just want to curse him -"

"Don't," Harry advised him.

"Into little pieces, then - then curse the pieces into pieces -" Ron shook his head, "I used to think he was brilliant."

"Is it possible that you like Hermione?"

"Yeah, of course it is! She's my friend! Maybe I just - don't want to see her get hurt, or anything -"

"Or maybe you just want to be the one dancing with her," Harry smiled.

Ron paused for a few seconds, then garbled, so fast that Harry could barely make sense of it, "I fancy her so much Harry and I can't stand it!"

"Tell her, then!" Harry wanted to laugh out loud, but decided it would be best to stay serious. Ron had just directly told him that he liked Hermione as more than a friend - something he had been waiting for for years.

"Well - " Ron spluttered, "It's not that easy, is it?"

The song ended, and Harry saw Hermione making her way towards them.

"Hi, you two," she beamed, sitting down, "Can you believe it? Viktor's here! I didn't se him before!"

"Yeah, me neither," Ron snarled, "Having a nice time with Viktor, then, are you?"

It was like the Yule Ball all over again.

"Ron, what is wrong with you? Can't I enjoy myself without you biting my head off for it?" Hermionecried.

"I thought it was over with you and him! You haven't seen him since fourth year! I bet you've been out there together, snogging him again -"

"What do you mean, agai - " Hermione suddenly clapped a hand over her mouth, looking horrified, "How did - you - you - you knew - that - "

"Ginny told me last year!"

Ron and Hermione sat staring at each other for a few moments. Hermione's eyes filled with tears.

"There is nothing going on between us, Ron," she sobbed, wiping her eyes fiercely, "Nothing at all. How could you say that? What happened in fourth year - that was in - in fourth year, it's over! We agreed to it! What was the point of keeping it up? I didn't know if I was ever going to see him again!"

She burst into tears. Harry didn't know what to do. Ron was watching her, looking very alarmed and slightly upset. Harry hada feeling he was ashamed of himself.

"I'm - I'm really sorry, Hermione, I thought -" Ron mumbled, obvioulsy unable to think of anything else to say.

"I could never go out with Viktor any more now anyway!" Hermione gulped, trying hard to stop herself crying, "He's got a girlfriend."

She wiped her eyes again. Ron handed her a tissue.

"Thanks." Hermione blew her nose, "Where's that from?"

"My pocket. Don't worry, it's clean ... Mum made us all take them. Seemed to think we'd all be howling our eyes out when they got married."

He laughed nervously.

"And - I - I couldn't go out with him - because - I like somebody else."

Harry wanted to run. He wanted to leave them there, on their own, so they could sort things out themselves. But, he thought, if he did, it might look a bit strange. He wished he could block his ears and sing at the top of his voice, but this would seem even stranger.

Hermione wasn't looking at Ron any more.

"Who is it, then?" Ron said quietly, "Who do you - erm, like?"

"You don't know? I thought it was obvious!" Hermione giggled a bit, before leaning forward and kissing Ron on the lips.

Ron jumped back slightly, his eyes wide with shock. Then he seemed to realise what had just happened, and he smiled. He and Hermione kissed again, this time for a very long few moments.

Harry found that he couldn't look away from them. There was something about the sight of his two best friends sharing a long kiss that made him want to cry with happiness.

"Is it me, then?" Ron said, when they finally broke apart.

"Of course it is!"

Harry let out a small sob.

"What's up?" Hermione asked him.

"It's - it's just - congratulations!"

Once again, thank you Ginny Baudelaire!