A/N: Hi I just wanted to thank all of you who have read my story. I thought about this because you know the movie my best friends wedding. Please keep reviewing.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

As Hermione readied herself to go out with Ron that night she was interrupted by Ginny.

"Well did you have a nice time?" Ginny asked.

"I think so." Hermione smiled.

"What time is it?" Hermione asked looking for a clock.

"8:30." Ginny answered.

"I better get going." Hermione said happily.

"Don't do anything stupid, okay Hermione."

Hermione apparated herself into the three broomsticks and sat herself down.

A woman with bushy hair came out from the bar.

" Hermione Granger is that you." It was none other than Madam Rosemerta.

Hermione didn't like her; one reason was because Ron had always had a crush on her, and two, because Ron had a crush on her.

"Yes it's me." Hermione said rolling her eyes.

" Oh, it's so good to see you, I suppose you'll be meeting that cute little red head boy, right? "

"I suppose, you know I always thought you two would end up together, with all that jealousy, and sparks between you two."

Hermione blushed in Embarrassment.

"We are still friends." She said.

"Oh…"

"Ronald is getting married in a week."

"Oh." Madame rosemerta whimpered. "I'm Sorry, I thought."

Hermione at the moment didn't hate her. Instead she smiled and looked towards the door, Ron had entered.

Great it was just him, and those Alexis followed him inside. Hermione furrowed her brow, and stood up from the bar.

"Ello." Ron Said.

Hermione stood confused. "I thought that tonight would be a great night for Alexis and you to get to know each other." Hermione seemed worried but didn't falter.

"Well where should we sit?" Hermione asked.

"Here is fine." Ron answered.

"Ron someone wants to see you."

Ron looked at Hermione in confusion.

Madam Rosemerta came out from the back and looked at Ron, Ron blushed and looked away for a moment.

"Oh, there is my little admirer." Madam Rosemerta said.

Walking over and planting a kiss on his cheek. He reddened a lot. She backed away and Alexis had this sort of jealous look on her face.

She took out her hand, "Hi I'm Alexis, Ron's fiancé"

"Ellipsis?" Madam Rosemerta questioned,

"No, Alexis, Ron why are they calling me that."

"So you're the lucky broad I see, bound set to marry little Ronald Weasley."

Hermione had an amused expression on her face. Ron couldn't help but stare at madam rosemerta's cleavage. As soon as Alexis caught up with what he was doing, she slapped him on the shoulder. "Ron, come on I want to sit at the table over there." She said pointing to the bar.

They left and Hermione looked at Madam Rosemerta who gave her a wink and a smile.

When Hermione sat down, Alexis spoke up, "I don't know how you guys can stand this place, its so loud and manly, and not to mention dirty."

"Well we've had some pretty good memories in this place." Hermione said looking around.

"Well it will be be quite hard to apparted back and forth from Ireland everyday. After we are married.:

"WHAT?" Hermione Shrieked.

"Mione calm down."

"How come no one told me this?"

"Well, because no one knows."

"We are waiting till after the wedding to tell them."

Hermione shook her head, "What you think that's the best idea, Molly loves her sons More than anything in the world especially Ron. Ron you want to do this? Why would you leave your family like that?" Someone interrupted.

"Excuse me miss, Chambers, I have a urgent message for you, You are wanted at your house it's urgent."

" I should probably get going anyway." She got up and began walking out.

"I'll stay here." Ron said.
Alexis nodded and apparated herself away.

"Why are you doing this? This isn't you?"

"It's who I am now Hermione, Ireland is not that far."

Hermione held her head in her hands, "You don't get it."

"What am I not getting?" suddenly a familiar song played and Ron began to hum to the tune.

Hermione looked at awkwardly.

And dance
Your final dance
This is
Your final chance
To hold
The one you love
You know you've waited long enough


"So believe that magic works
Don't be afraid
Of being hurt
Don't let
This magic die
The answer's there
Oh, just look in her eyes "

Ron began to sing. Hermione never hear him sing before it was sweet. She suddenly forgot what they were talking about. He stopped and looked at Hermione, and smiled. He pointed to where the music was playing.

"This is our song."
And make
Your final move
Mmm, don't be scared
She'll want you to
Yeah, it's hard
You must be brave
Don't let this moment slip away

"We have a song?" She asked. Ron ignored her and took her hand and pulled her to the floor brought her close to him and began dancing with her while singing the lyrics into her ear.

"Believe that magic works
Don't be afraid
Afraid of being hurt
No, don't let
This magic die
Oh, the answer's there
Yeah, just look in her eyes "

Hot tears formed in Hermione's eyes as she placed her head on Ron's shoulder, Hermione suddenly began to know where the song was from.

This was the song that was playing at the Yule ball when she and Ron were arguing about viktor Krum. Hermione's mind went back to that night

Flash Back:

('Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?' yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger.
'Oh yeah?' Ron yelled back. 'What's that?'
'Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!'
Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls' staircase to bed. Ron turned to look at Harry.
'Well,' he spluttered, looking thunderstruck, 'well - that just proves - completely missed the point -')

And don't believe that magic can die
No, no, no, this magic can't die

She was back at the three broomsticks now with her arms around Ron and looking at him

with wide wet eyes, Ron could see that she had been crying.

He squinted hi eyes a little. " Mione." He said wiping a tear from her cheek.

"What's wrong?"

So dance
Your final dance
'Cause this is
Your final chance.

"Oh it's nothing Ron I just need some air." She said beginning to walk outside. He followed her as they sat on the bench.

Hermione and Ron didn't speak for a few minutes.

"She's different isn't she?" He asked.

"Very." Hermione laughed. (Awkward silence)

"She's smart though, not as smart as you of course, she's always got her head wrapped up in some cloud, very hyper, she likes you though."

Hermione turned her head.

"What, I made you spill butter beer all over her, I am nothing but rude to her."

"She knows you are the only friend I've got, I never told her about Harry."

"Why not?" Hermione asked defensively.

"It's too hard for me."

"Do you ever visit him?" Hermione asked.

"I went there once with Ginny."

"She seems to be happy now."

" It's an act, truly she's mortified, she's been depressed, she hasn't been sleeping hopeing that one day he'll come back to her."

"Oh my."

"What about you, have you been there?" Ron asked.

Hermione sighed, "No I haven't at all actually."

"Oh, Ron looked up at the moon, and back at Hermione who was doing the same thing. He looked down at her the way the moon made her face light up, was almost angelic.

"Come on, we should head back to the burrow before it gets too late." Hermione got up and they soon found themselves downstairs next to the fireplace. " We'll I'm off to bed." Hermione said.

Ron looked at her and smiled. "Hermione?" he said seeking her attention.

"Yes Ron."

"If you could, maybe spend some time with Alexis that would be good, you know for me. Get to know her a little."

Hermione forged a smile. "Sure Ron.' She said with gritted teeth.

She walked up to her room and lay down her bed.

Dammit. She thought