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Decisions

He sat out there waiting. Trying to gather and summon up the courage to knock on her door.

Potter, what is this? You defeated a powerful Dark Lord but you don't have the guts to knock on your best friend's door?

Taking in a deep breath, he got up from the bench slowly and exhaled, forcing him to make the first few steps towards her door.

Nice house. Slight tinge of blue here and there. Blue was always her favourite—Get a grip Potter and stick to the task.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he approached what he felt was the world's scariest thing that ever existed. The door seemed to loom over him the longer he stood in front of it.

Reluctantly bringing his hand to the door, he trembled at the thought of seeing Hermione again. That and her reaction. Would she welcome him back cheerfully and happily as if they were merely friends who were away for days or would she resent his disappearance for the past 5 years and reject his friendship? He certainly hoped it was the latter. Still feeling nervous, he merely stood at the door. And waited.

Seconds. Minutes. Hours. He couldn't tell the difference. Time suddenly seemed to drag on forever. Moving closer to the door, he heard a voice.

" I'm telling you Ron, I won't -- about your party. --- the details. --- it is an important ---our wedding, to a certain extent I guess."

He had no doubts that it was Hermione's voice. How could he not be so sure after all those years of hearing it over and over again in his head? But… what did she say? … Something about Ron, a party and our wedding. No, no it couldn't be. She's getting married to Ron! He slowly backed away from the door. He couldn't take that, having to see the woman he loved marry his best friend.

No. I shouldn't have come back. I know, I'll pop by and visit Remus. Wonder if Tonks is there. He proceeded to turn away from the door and apparated straight to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

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"Dinner Ron!" Hermione bellowed from her kitchen as she finished her cooking. Taking his seat on the table, Ron began shoving the food down his throat. Despite her obvious disgust at his easting habits, she managed to ask Ron about the wedding.

"So Ron, tell me your plans for your bachelor party tomorrow night."

"Bloody hell Herms—Hermione, you know I won't tell you. You'll only nag and really, I don't want that to happen. Not when it concerns the happiest day of my life." Ron replied, managing to avoid an argument about her name, when he caught the glare on her face.

"Oh come on Ron, I'm just curious about what you have planned for your bachelor party. And is that what you think of me Ron? Someone who nags at you?" Hermione questioned.

"I want to protect my health by not answering your last question. Jokes aside, I really am not going to tell you about my bachelor party. The truth is, I have no idea what it's going to be. Seamus and Dean are the ones planning it. So don't get mad at me for not telling you!" exclaimed the ginger-haired best friend of hers.

" I'm telling you Ron, I won't nag at you about your party. I just want the details. After all it is an important part of your wedding, to a certain extent I guess."

"Sorry Granger, but there's no way you'll get it out of me."

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"Remus?" Harry poked his head into the kitchen, hoping to see the last Marauder around.

"Harry? Is that you? I'm coming down." Was the reply he received. "It really is you! Here in the flesh! Why didn't you owl first? What brings you back?"

"Whoa, slow down Remus. I can't answer everything at once. Well, I'm back because I felt that it's the right time to do so and… I didn't owl first was largely due to it being a spontaneous decision."

"It's because of her isn't it?"

"Wh-what?" Harry replied, shocked out of his mind "I don't know what you're talking about."

Remus only sighed and quietly said "Harry, you forget I was your father's best friend. I saw the look in his eye whenever Lily was around. You had that look around Hermione. It was quite obvious. Even Sirius saw it back then. Have you gone to see her?"

Harry only looked down and spoke "Remus, I love her and yet I left her for 5 years. And she's getting married. Whatever chance I had is gone. I don't know if I'm making the right choice coming back. I mean, it would be good to see Molly and Arthur and the others but her? What if she hates me? I haven't been in contact with her…or Ron."

"Its not too late Harry. You have been best friends since you were 11. Friendship doesn't end that---- did you say she was getting married?"

"I did. I went to her house this evening and I overheard her talking to Ron about his bachelor party and their wedding. I couldn't take it after that and came here straight away." Dejectedly, he grabbed a seat and slouched into it.

"Harry, did you actually ask Hermione about it?" Remus suggested. "How about you stay here tonight and go actually talk to Hermione?"

"Very well. I'll see you in the morning then Remus. Oh and Remus, it's great to see you again."