Harry lay in his and Ron's room, reading a book all about Puddlemere United.

A knock came at the door.

"Come in!" he called.

Belle's face appeared in the doorway.

"Look, Harry, I want to talk to you. I'll go if you like, but sometime soon I want us to have a chat." Belle pleaded.

"Sit down." he agreed.

She sat on Ron's bed opposite him.

"Hey, I go for the Chudley Cannons just like Ron!" she commented.

"Ninth in the league right?" Harry said quietly.

"No, not since 5 years ago. We're seventh in the league now, but we don't seem to be winning many games lately."

"Right."

"Well, Remus told me that you think I wanted to hurt Sirius by going into hiding or something absurd like that. I swear, I was going to come back one day, I just had to protect myself for a few years." she insisted.

"Right." Harry said again.

"So... do you believe me?" she asked hopefully.

"S'pose." answered Harry, a bored expression on his face.

"Why are you making me feel like I'm unworthy to be your friend? Hermione said you're normally really nice... What's so bad about me?"

"It's not you... not really. Well it's the fact that you're so like Sirius, but I can't have Sirius. You are a constant reminder of him and it's... hard." Harry told her.

"Shouldn't it be a good thing that I'm like dad?"

"No, because you're not him. You look like him, and you act like him sometimes from what I've seen, and sometimes I think I have him back but it's a bad thing because you don't know me the way Sirius did, you wouldn't put your life at risk the way he did for me."

"We could get to that stage if you just accepted me."

"Well..."

Ron burst into the room.

"Have you seen my Cleansweep, Har..." he started. "Oh... sorry for interrupting."

"No, it's fine, I was just leaving." Belle reassured him.

"Goodbye, Harry. See you later Ron." she smiled at him and disappeared behind the door.

Ron stared after her.

"Don't you just think... she's amazing?" he asked Harry.

"What?! She's too much like Sirius, I can't believe you'd date someone as similar as Sirius!" Harry cried.

"No, not amazing that way. I meant... I meant she's an amazing seeker." he lied.

Harry raised his eyebrows and went to walk out of the room.

"Hey, Harry, can I ask you something?"

Harry nodded slowly.

"Ginny said someone told you that she had had three boyfriends..."

"Is she still upset about that? I couldn't tell her, it would really wreck her friendship with Mione." Harry explained.

"Hermione said that?" Ron was astonished.

"Oh, we were just mucking about, I thought she was joking but I had to make sure." Harry lied, not wanting to tell anyone, not even his best friend Ron, about what happened with him and Hermione.

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Hermione and Harry sat in Hermione's temporary bedroom, the day before Bill and Fleur's wedding.

"I nearly forgot about it, what with all that stuff about Belle." Hermione said softly.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you, have you and Belle had a talk lately?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Well sort of. We were talking last night and Ron interrupted. Well not on purpose, but he did interrupt all the same. Anyway let's talk about something else... .What are you wearing tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"Mum and Dad are going to drop it off tomorrow, I showed them a few dresses I liked and they said it was one of the ones I wanted, but its going to be a surprise..." Hermione went on about her hair and make-up for a while.

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The next day, all of them rushed about in the morning getting ready for Bill and Fleur's big day.

Hermione's parents dropped in a really gorgeous purple dress, it was silky, short and v-necked.

Ron, who obviously liked Belle, walked into her room to see what she was wearing.

Belle was sitting on her bed reading.

"Belle! What are you doing?" he asked.

"Oh... I decided not to come... seeing as I have nothing to wear, and I barely know Bill and Fleur." Belle answered.

"Aww come on, it'll be really fun!" Ron begged.

"Okay, fine. But you have to help me decide what to wear, Ron." insisted Belle.

"Come on, I have no dress sense. Don't ask me to give advice when I'm wearing these ugly dress robes!" Ron laughed.

"Please." Belle begged.

"Fine, but don't blame me if you're dressed in a potato sack." laughed Ron.

"You're so funny!" she cried.

Ron blushed and opened Belle's wardrobe.

"Hey, this dress is so gorgeous. It would go good with my hair wouldn't it." Ron joked, putting it up against him as if checking the size.

"Look, I'm just gonna wear a shirt and jeans, I can't be bothered ironing all those crumpled dresses back there."

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Belle ended up wearing a white dress, not unlike the one Hermione was wearing, except obviously in white.

Bill and Fleur didn't want a formal wedding, just a little family party thingy, with the Weasleys, Hermione, Harry, Belle, both Remia and Remus Lupin, Moody, Fleur's little sister Gabrielle, Fleur's 17 year old brother Frankie and a few other members of Fleur's family and close friends.

Mrs Weasley had been up pretty much all night setting up the streamers and stuff for the wedding, up at Hitchcock Hill.

Mr Weasley had seating arrangements.

When Harry heard of this, he and Ron exchanged glances, both their eyebrows raised.

"--- And in Row D, Remus you are in Seat 1, Alastor, Seat 2, and on the other side of the pole, Harry in Seat 3 and Belle in Seat 4." Mr Weasley finished.

Harry sighed, glancing quickly at Hermione.

"Is it just me or do you think Mr Weasley put me next to Belle for a reason?" he asked sarcastically.

"Look, just be nice to her." Hermione snapped, and everyone walked up to Hitchcock Hill for the ceremony.

Belle and Harry found their seats.

"You're sitting in my seat." Belle said with a smile.

"No, this is Seat 3." Harry agrued.

"No, look, this one here says Seat3, so unless there are two of them, you're sitting in my seat." Belle said patiently, like she was talking to a two year old.

Harry sighed and shuffled left.

"Thankyou." Belle said.

"You're welcome." he muttered, fumbling to do up the two top buttons on the shirt of his suit which he had just realised were open, showing a little chest hair.

Belle supressed a laugh.

"You saw that didn't you?"

"Yep. It's been open since we were back in The Burrow, but I didn't want to say anything." she said, grinning.

"Why not? Having a little perv?" Harry accused, but he was smiling.

"Attention!" boomed a voice in a microphone.

Harry and Belle both jumped, startled, and looked at eachother and started laughing.

"The ceremony is about to begin." the voice continued.

"Who's talking?" Belle hissed.

"No idea. No-one I know. Could be Mr Weasley, maybe the microphone makes his voice sound... less girlish?" Harry suggested.

Belle raised her eyebrows, a little smirk on her face.

Harry couldn't enjoy the wedding much, because he kept looking at Belle. He didn't like her... .did he? No! He couldn't like her!

'She's part of Sirius, Harry. That's like liking Sirius, gross!'

Then it struck Harry. That was the real reason he couldn't be friends with Belle, he knew he would end up liking her, and he couldn't risk that.

He didn't even watch when Bill and Fleur said their vows. He only just started watching when they began to say 'I do'.

Everyone started cheering and jumping about in celebration.