Author's note: Takes place at the Bill and Fluer's wedding. Hermione's POV. Please leave a review even if you don't like it. Its somehow feels terribly bad if you don't get them.:( :)

Disclaimer: Nope. I do not belong to Harry Potter. Lol. Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.

"Ginny, how do I look?" I enquired. I stood before the mirror and twirled. It's always been a problem for me. I care too much about what people think. Earlier I used to be worse. So I relied on how people around reacted to me in order to define myself. I could see her grooming her red flaming hair from the mirror. Ginny, who had become a fairly good friend over the past years smiled at me. She looked at me for a moment and said," Oh Hermione you look great! Incredible!"

"Please Ginny! Tell the truth. I know I am not good looking", I groaned, rolling my eyes to show how dumb it was.

Just then we could hear shouting at the top of her voice," Ginny! Even the bride is ready. Come down at once!"

Ginny jolted up, and rushed to put some lipstick and ran out of her bedroom straight away. Oh, here she comes again. She forgot to put on her matching bracelet. She started searching through the folds of her blankets.

"Help me Hermione. Mom would kill me if I don't go down now!"

I laughed and looked around to see the bracelet resting on the dressing table. I pointed it to her. She quickly grabbed it and ran out.

I could hear her footsteps going down the stairs. Wait. Now I can hear them grow louder again. Ginny came back and clutching the door she said, "By the way Hermione, you look awesome. Don't mind your mind!", and left.

And then there was silence. A moment of peace. I put on the necklace which my mom gave it for my fifteenth birthday. My mind drifted away to those memories. I miss you mom. I love you. With a sigh, I got back to work.

I looked onto the mirror one final time. I am not pretty. I had concluded that myself years ago. No reason Ron went with that silly Lavender, while I was always beside him since first year. He never noticed me. So I stopped expecting.

Slowly, with a heavy heart I got out of the room.

I got down the stair case and walked towards the kitchen for a glass of water. There, at the door I almost ran into Ron. I put my hand in the front as a reflex which stopped me into falling on him. I looked up and caught his eyes. His blue eyes.

"Oops, sorry", he said.

I moved away from him, gathering myself.

"Err. Hermione"

"Ye, Ron", I said looking up.

"You look beautiful", he said

It hit me like a ton of bricks, crumpling from the castle walls. My lips parted. Time seemed to be slowing down and speeding up at exactly same time. Ronald Weasley told me that I look beautiful! God! How wonderful it is not to expect anything and how wonderful it is to get the very thing you were trying hard not to expect! I couldn't describe it as happiness, it was beyond happiness, and the kind of feeling that makes your stomach clench and your eyes prickle.

"Always the tone of surprise" I breathed out. I couldn't help but give a big smile. A smile of pure pleasure, from the bottom of my heart. You made my day Ron. The words you said will keep rewinding themselves from now on. I'll remember this moment. This very moment. I'll treasure it. It will be in my heart forever.

I can see his ears go red. Is he blushing? I searched his face for some clue.

Just then,

"Hey you both! Finished?" said Harry who was getting down the stairs.

"yes.", Ron and I answered at the same time.

"Common then"

We moved towards the door.

Harry held out his hand and I gladly took it and we walked out of the house. Concentrate Hermione. I looked past Harry, towards Ron. He was trying to look away. May be, just may be Ron feels just like I feel. May be. The back of my mind argued with me,

'Or may be not'

'Oh shut up, let me be optimistic at least once!'

It's Bill's and Fluer's wedding. Not yours. Nor Ron's. Weird thoughts were crossing my mind. I shook my head for a fraction of a second trying to shake them away. Get back Hermione. Get back to the real world.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That's it. Review please!

Love,

avantika