Hey Lovelies! Okay so I kept going. This is going to be a short series of one-shots (five in total) that connect together, all about Harry and his "Lady." This time it's told from Hermione's point of view, and a certain witch is clad in blue... Enjoy!

The Lady In Blue

Hermione had kept their secret. Besides the two of them she was the only person that knew, Merlin knows she hadn't told Ronald. There is no way he would have kept something like that to himself. Besides, she looked over at her new husband, and then across him to her best friend, there is no way he would understand.

Her eyes skimmed the crowd looking for the woman in question. All of their wedding guests were mingling around the edges of the tent. The leaves outside were full of color, crisp oranges and yellows in the setting sun of this Indian summer. Hermione picked her out from the vivid, natural backdrop with ease.

Her dress was the dark blue of a clear star lit night. It shimmered around her in a style that was more than flattering. She watched her talking to Neville and Luna, and she could see why Harry had fallen in love with her. The woman was beautiful, but there was more too it than that.

Her green eyes flashed with an intelligence that Hermione couldn't help but admire her for, and her wit was something that everyone around her seemed to take for granted. Hermione watched her excuse herself from the company of the groomsman and the bridesmaid she had been speaking with and move around the edge of the room.

She was smart, and even after eighteen months she wasn't dropping her guard. Her back was never to the door, and Hermione had the feeling that woman knew exactly where every wedding guest was at that precise moment. Almost as if she could feel Hermione's eyes on her she turned and looked at the bride. Hermione smiled at her and received a smile of her own in return.

She laughed quietly to herself when the woman's gaze moved sharply from her, right over Ron and then settled on Harry. It was only for a moment, but the dark haired witch allowed a flash of emotion across her face. No one among them could have caught it, and if Hermione hadn't been studying her so intently she too would have missed the gesture.

The woman nodded once to Hermione before turning away from the head table. The bride let her attention get caught up in her other guests, but she found her gaze wandering back to the witch frequently. Her voice floated through the air, familiar and yet at the same time completely different than Hermione remembered hearing it before.

Hermione shared her first dance with Ronald as husband and wife, and then she found herself being passed through the crowd. Everyone wanted a chance to speak with her before the night was through. She found she didn't mind, and she was even enjoying herself, when all of a sudden she found herself looking into the same pair of emerald eyes that had caught her staring earlier.

"Thank you for coming." She smiled hesitantly at the other woman, hoping that she would be forgiven for before.

"Of course." Came the reply. "Thank you for inviting me." She bent closer to Hermione and smiled, "And thank you for keeping our secret."

Hermione ducked her head. "He's my best friend."

The dark haired woman smiled knowingly, "I'm well aware Mrs. Weasley. And as far as I'm concerned I think he made a rather good choice."

"Thank you." Hermione couldn't help the words that tumbled from her mouth, but after they were out she didn't regret them. "I'm not the only wise choice he has made though." She grinned as she walked away leaving the other woman to ponder what she said.

When she turned back over her shoulder she was delighted to see that she had surprised the other woman. She had honestly meant what she said though. Harry had made a wise decision in falling in love with her. She was just what he needed, strong, clever, funny and true in her intentions.

Hermione let her gaze sweep across the ballroom, there were plenty of people here tonight that Harry could have opted to be with, but she was pleased with his choice of witches. She came up between Ronald and Harry and she smiled at her new husband, "I think your mother is looking for you."

"Right." He turned instantly, leaving the two best friends alone along the edge of the tent. The only moment of quiet Hermione had had all day.

After she was sure that no one was listening to them Hermione smirked, "I think I just stunned her."

Harry raised an eyebrow at her, "Who?"

She just looked at him and then looked pointedly across the tent to where she had left the other woman standing. Harry followed her gaze and then chuckled. "How did you do that?"

"She said something about how you choosing me as a friend was a good choice and I may have said that I wasn't the only wise choice you've made in your life."

He was just as surprised by her comment. Neither one of them had mentioned his relationship since that night back in May. Choosing not to comment on it had made it easier to pretend that she didn't know.

"Hermione?"

"I'm just saying that I think she's good for you, and you for her." She smiled when she saw Harry's gaze linger a little longer over the woman than was appropriate. She smacked his arm lightly, drawing his attention back to her. "All I'm saying is that I think it's a good thing. And as long as you are happy…"

He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head lightly. "Thanks Hermione."

Hermione kept an eye on the both of them for the rest of the night. More than once they had ended up together, and more than once they had made it look like an accident. If she hadn't known what she knew the thought wouldn't have even crossed her mind, they were flawless.

She wasn't surprised to see that as the party wound down and more and more people made their way out of the tent the two were ending up together more and more frequently. As she and Ronald went to take their leave she chuckled to herself as she watched Harry quietly slip out the back of the tent, hand in hand with a certain witch clad in midnight blue.

"What are you laughing at Hermione?" Ginny had been about to hug her when she had seen them slip away and the redhead turned over her shoulder to survey the remaining guests.

"Nothing." She smiled and met her sister-in-law's eyes. "I'm just happy."

Ginny nodded, easily accepting the answer and drew her into a hug. Hermione smiled into her shoulder, she had kept their secret. Again.

Same question...Do we know who she is yet?