Hermione

It was official. I'd agree to anything if it meant I had a chance to spend time with Harry outside of work. I knew it was a problem, and it was blatantly clear when Jenny called me in a rush this morning. She thought she'd scheduled an appointment to set up her registry at John Lewis for Monday, but her days had gotten mixed up and she took the only open slot for Sunday.

Of course, I knew she'd already booked herself at the bridal salon and florist, and couldn't fit it in as she was explaining her mix-up. I was going to suggest she reschedule, but then I heard her mutter about sending someone else, and thinking she was going to send Harry, I offered to go, too. So, despite telling myself numerous times to just call her and cancel, I still forged ahead, even though I knew my ulterior motive was despicable.

Jenny had slipped her list of items under my door while I was in the shower. I thought it was odd if she was sending Harry, but then maybe she didn't have time to stop by his place before her first appointment.

I took the list and caught a taxi to take me to the department store in the city. My phone buzzed and I checked it to see I had a text from Jenny. Your reinforcement should be there soon. Thanks so much for doing this again! I decided to go in and get started at the registry desk since I knew the set-up process would take a while. Finally, after I finished the paperwork, I was ready to begin.

"So, here's the scanner!" the clerk said. "This is all you'll need to choose the items that you'd like. Once you hear the beep, you'll know it's been added. If you scan something by mistake, just scan it again to take it off. I'll be here if you need anything, and if not, just drop the scanner off before you leave."

"Thank you," I said as I pulled the list out from my bag and determined where I should start first.

I was paying so much attention to the list, I didn't notice someone joining me.

"Fancy meeting you here." I looked up to see Ron standing next to me.

"Jenny sent you?" I asked. Surely, this was a joke.

"Are you surprised?" Ron asked me innocently.

"Yes, actually, I am. What writer helps with menial wedding tasks like this?"

"When I cover a wedding, I cover the whole wedding," he explained as I shook my head. "So, where should we get started?"

"Probably housewares," I said with a sigh.

I handed Ron the list to check things off as we scanned them. If he was here, I was going to make sure he was helpful. Maybe it'd make the job go by faster.

"Who needs all this useless junk, anyways?" he asked as I scanned a beautiful set of ivory candlestick holders. "Don't they both have separate flats already? Surely, they have enough stuff between the two of them to outfit one apartment."

I rolled my eyes in his direction. "When you're starting a life with someone, you want to pick out items for the home you're going to share together. You know, to make it both of yours instead of a mix of two people's things," I explained.

"So you're telling me if you were to get engaged, you'd chuck all of your current stuff just to ask for new versions of the same stuff because you're marrying someone else?"

"Well...not everything, but I've been inside Jenny's apartment and it's rather bare in there."

"What about Harry's stuff?"

"It's okay, but he is a bachelor. He only has half the stuff he does because of Teddy," I said.

"Harry has a kid?" Ron asked, his eyes wide.

I chuckled. "Not exactly. Teddy's an orphan that's part of the Boys & Girls Club. Harry's his big brother. Though, I wouldn't be surprised if he really does try to adopt Teddy after he and Jenny are married."

"And how does Jenny feel about that?"

"Why do you care so much?" I gave him an odd look.

"N-no reason. It's just an interesting dynamic, that's all."

"Well, when we went to Teddy's football game, Jenny seemed really taken with him. She's surprisingly good with kids," I mentioned offhand.

"Surprisingly? What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked curiously.

"Oh, um, I suppose she probably has several nieces and nephews if four of her brothers are married."

"Ah. Well, that's good, then. I'm sure they'll make a beautiful family," Ron said.

"Yeah," I said distantly. It was hard not to think about it, even though I really didn't want to.

Ron was looking at me curiously. "You know what I think you want?"

"What? Please bestow your infinite wisdom about me, a person you barely know, to me," I scoffed.

"I think you do all this because you just want a wedding for yourself. Not an actual marriage, but a wedding."

I stared incredulously at him. "How can you even say that? You don't know me! Of course I want a marriage! Who wouldn't want someone to spend the rest of their life with?"

"Well then why aren't you looking harder for your 'one true love'?" he said in air quotes. "You spend all your extra time helping brides and attending weddings, and it seems like you barely date."

"I do too date!" I retorted.

"Yeah? When's the last time you dated someone? I don't count," he said pompously.

"What do you mean you don't count? Of course you don't!" I argued.

"Oh, you wound me," Ron said, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Are you going to answer the question?"

I stopped to think about it. Was it bad that I really couldn't remember. Ron took advantage of my distraction to steal the scanner from me and started scanning random trinkets.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I tried to take the scanner back.

He used his height to an advantage to block me. "Oh, come on, it's all in good fun. Every couple deserves some random trinkets that they open and have to fake a smile for, don't you think?"

There was a mischievous glint in his eye that made me laugh even though I should be scolding him. I was still mad at him for his accusations, but I was willing to play along so I didn't have to answer the dating question.

"Is that what you think?" I said with a smile. "You'd want to open random gifts you didn't ask for because someone thought it would be funny to play a joke on your registry?"

"It's never going to happen for me, so it doesn't matter what I'd do, now would it?"

Ron was smiling, but it wasn't reaching his eyes. I stopped to contemplate his words for a moment. "Something must have happened to make you resent love so much. So, what is it?"

I snagged the list from his hand to see how we were doing as I began walking again. We needed to get to the linen section next. Ron still hadn't answered me, so I decided to push his buttons a bit.

"Did your parents get divorced? An ex-girlfriend cheat on you with your best friend like in those cheesy romantic comedies? Or, were you left at the altar or something tragic like that?"

"Yeah, actually."

I froze. I wasn't really serious. I turned around to look at him. "What?"

"I was engaged a few years ago, but about two weeks before the wedding she called it off. Apparently she was more interested in my brother instead, and only realized it when she came home to meet the whole family."

"Oh, my God, Ron, I'm sorry. It was—I didn't mean it," I apologized. That was awful and I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

"It's fine. I was too blinded by love to see that we weren't a good fit anyways. My brother saw right through her shallowness and told her to fuck off. So, I guess there was a silver lining."

I handed him the scanner. "Scan all the ugly things you want. I'll feign ignorance as long as all the stuff on this list gets added."

He let out a weak laugh. "Thanks."

"Are you close with your brother, then?" We hadn't discussed anything personal yet, aside from my involvement in weddings, but I found myself wanting to learn more about him.

"As close as we can be. He lives in Africa on a wild nature preserve."

"And your ex was more interested in a—"

"Zoologist? Apparently. Guess my career as a writer wasn't adventurous enough for her. Or it didn't make enough money for her lifestyle."

"If she's more interested in money than love, you're better off. You'll find the one someday, I'm sure."

"So will you...maybe," he smirked.

"Good to see you being so supportive," I said sarcastically.

Just like that, the moment had passed. Maybe I'd been a little too quick to judge Ron without knowing his backstory. First impressions were typically a good indication of a person for me, but now I was starting to think that maybe I'd misjudged him. Even though he reverted right back to his sarcastic ways, I was fairly certain that it was all a cover. I couldn't help the feeling churning inside of me that yearned to know more.

Ron

I was sitting at my cubicle on Wednesday when Rita stopped by my desk. "How's the article coming?"

I knew she was talking about the perpetual bridesmaid one. "It still needs work; still a rough draft," I told her.

"I want to see what you've got. Email it to me," Rita said bluntly before walking away.

"But—" It didn't matter what I was going to try to say, she was expecting it and I needed to send it along.

I didn't understand why I was hesitating, though. This was going to be my big break, and yet I had this nagging feeling in my stomach.

Sure, Hermione was strong minded and opinionated, but she was always so interesting to talk to. I found myself craving her company and wanting to learn more about her. Hell, I'd even admitted my darkest secret about Romilda that no one knew outside of immediate family.

The last time I put love ahead of my career I lost the section for my contributing investigative pieces and landed my arse firmly in commitments. I needed to stay focused so I shook the thoughts of Hermione from my head as I carried on with cleaning up the article. It'd been so long since I let anyone into my life, and I just didn't know her well enough yet to trust her.

I did make one small concession, deciding not to use her real name because of the business. So I called her Hermione Wilkins in the article. No one needed to know, and it was my feeble attempt at protecting her identity. Satisfied with the draft, I pressed send on the email and moved onto my next task.

On Friday, Rita called me into her office. "This is really good, Weasley. You should be proud."

I looked at her in slight confusion, not exactly sure which article she was talking about.

"The perpetual bridesmaid article! We're running it on Sunday. You're on the front page of the Styles section. And you're out of commitments for good after you cover that Warrington/Potter wedding, of course."

"Er, right. Yeah, thanks!" I tried to fake excitement over it, but the knot was pitted even deeper in my stomach.

"Why aren't you more excited?"

"I just think it could use some more time, that's all. She's in that wedding, too. The one next weekend. Let me wait and see if I can learn more. You know, to add—"

"Ron, this is perfect as is. Isn't this what you wanted? Or has someone taken a fancy to Ms. Wilkins?" Rita gave me a knowing smile, but it wasn't a genuine one. It made me uncomfortable.

"Can we please just push publication one more week?" I asked once more.

Rita sighed dramatically. "I'll see what I can do, but if you have started to care for her, you might want to tell her. You can go now. I'm sure you have things to accomplish before the weekend."

I nodded slightly as I turned to leave. I had to find a way to tell Hermione. I wasn't ready to lose whatever dysfunctional new friendship we'd created, but after she'd already accused me of lying to her, I had no idea how I was going to spin this. No matter how I looked at it, it was totally deceitful.

Not to mention my sister and all of her lies, too. No matter how annoying I thought Hermione could be, I knew she didn't deserve that. She needed to know this was coming. I had to tell her.

~o~

My phone rang on Saturday afternoon. It was the first Saturday where I didn't have to do anything related to weddings and it was brilliant, until I saw Ginny's name on the caller ID.

"What?" I answered.

"I need your help."

"Aren't I already helping you enough?"

"Never," Ginny said through a grin that I knew was undoubtedly plastered on her face.

"Well?" I asked, pretending to be annoyed.

"I just got a call that the favors are done and ready to be picked up in Brentwood. Harry was going to do it after the dinner tasting, but I'm worried that won't give him enough time to get to Andover for dinner with Mum and Dad since it's in the complete opposite direction!"

"So, you're asking me to pick up the favors, then?"

"Unless you wanted to come to dinner—"

"Nope, I'm good. I've got to try and get a hold of Hermione tonight for something anyways," I told her.

"Hermione?" Ginny's voice sounded intrigued.

"Yeah, but it's not what you think. It's not like I'm into her or anything," I said a little too quickly.

"Sureee," Ginny teased. "Well, you're in luck. She's with Harry right now for the tasting at the Winchester in Putney. She offered to go to the tasting since I was wrapped up with things back home. Maybe she could go with you?"

"Yeah, maybe…" I had to admit that Ginny came up with a good idea.

"Listen, I have to go, we're getting ready to leave now. Hopefully Harry will be hungry enough. I did reserve a later dinner, but Mum and Dad wanted to get settled at the inn beforehand since they didn't want to drive home tonight…" Ginny trailed off.

"Okay, tell them I said hi, and I'll take care of the favors for you."

"Thanks, Ron, I owe you!"

"Yeah you owe me for a lot of—" I stopped talking once I realized she'd already hung up the phone.

"Doesn't she believe in saying goodbye?" I said out loud as I shook my head.

I could be at the Winchester House in fifteen minutes. Grabbing my wallet and keys, I headed out the door and hailed a taxi.

When I arrived at the hotel, the maitre'd pointed me in the direction of where Harry and Hermione were seated. It was a relatively nice day. Warm and partly cloudy, but I could tell by the way the sky was changing that a rainstorm was coming in.

I walked through the main area to the outdoor seating section where I stopped near the doorway to look for them. I spotted them on the other side of the terrace overlooking the Thames at a small table. My first thought was of how gorgeous Hermione looked when she was smiling. She normally only reserved scowls for me, and I hadn't realized how attractive she truly was until that moment.

The thought terrified me. I wasn't sure if I was even ready to let someone else into my life like that. I'd sworn off love, convinced it wasn't in the cards for me. If things were meant to look up, there was no way it could be her. Especially not after that article dropped. At least Rita was giving me more time to explain it to her.

I refocused on the two of them and began to take a few steps toward their table. That's when I saw it. The look I'd seen on every bride who was hopelessly in love with their soon to be groom. How had I never realized it before? The way she smiled and leaned across the table.

All the unabashed flirting. Everything was making sense now. Why she was so upset at the club that first night, why she was so dejected when she called me, and why she wasn't sure if she even wanted to be part of my sister's wedding. Hermione was in love with her boss, who was also my sister's fiancée. I wasn't sure what was worse. Her pining over a man who had no interest in her at all, or Harry's complete obliviousness to the entire situation. I'd seen him around my sister long enough to know he only had eyes for her.

I was feeling a mix of hurt and anger that I hadn't felt since Romilda left me, and I didn't understand why because it wasn't like I was in love with Hermione or anything. I just enjoyed her company and was keen on the prospect that she might be a good friend if we could get past her constant accusations.

At that moment I lost all my ambition to tell Hermione about the article, and even to ask her along on the wedding errand. I was about to turn and leave when Harry happened to look in my direction and called me over. Shit.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione looked at me in surprised annoyance.

Of course she was annoyed, I just ruined the probable fantasy she was currently living with this whole situation.

"Jenny called and asked if I could go pick up the favors with you before the shop closes."

"Oh, I thought I was going to take care of that," Harry said.

"Yeah, Harry and I were just getting ready to head to Brentwood now," Hermione said pointedly.

"Well, the bride is worried that it'll make him late for some dinner that's past the other side of London, so…"

"Hmm, she does make a good point. And it looks like the rain is heading in, which would make travel conditions worse," Harry said. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all. Hermione'll ensure everything is sorted as the maid of honor, right?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in question and knowing she couldn't say no.

"I—I guess," Hermione sounded deflated as she shot me a death glare as Harry was finalizing the menu.

Good. Someone needed to pop the bubble because she was holding onto a dream that would never come true.

"Great, thanks again, you guys. I better get going if I have to stop home before heading to Andover."

Harry got up and clapped me on the back as he took off toward the exit. I smiled widely at Hermione, who looked like she was going to murder me. I couldn't wait to reveal what I'd found out about her little secret.