Disclaimer: no, I don't own Harry Potter nor do I own The Little Mermaid or Brad Pitt (god I wished I'd own him….yum!)
A/N: all I can say that it's about time I give Ron and Hermione some attention beyond one shots.
Saddest Day in My Life
Harry and I have been married for almost two years. We got married on Valentine's Day, clichéd I know but it was Harry's idea and it seemed nice at the time.
We were 18 at the time freshly out of school and only one three months since Voldemort's defeat, and on Halloween night Harry proposed. I eagerly said yes because this was the man I loved and we have been dating since sixth year.
It was the day of our wedding when I had a realization, an epiphany to be accurate. What I thought to be a normal case of cold feet was actually a reality check from my heart. I won't lie and say that I always knew that the day will come and Harry and I will be married, not for the least, no.
You see Harry and I had a different conception on how our wedding should be, and to be honest it was me that gave up the most, Harry wanted a big wedding to celebrate our love I wanted a small ceremony with close friends and family, he wanted to have in a church I wanted a wizards ritual held by Dumbledore, there were so many differences and I was the one who eventually gave up, why? Because at the end of the day I really didn't care where, when and who held the wedding. That was the first sign I should've noticed.
As I said, the realization came to me on my wedding day; actually I was just as I walked down the aisle and saw how many people attended this event, and all of a sudden I looked at the alter and saw him. Our eyes met and I felt my heart skip a beat and I lost the ability to breathe, and all because of him. Not Harry but him.
His deep blue eyes mesmerized me and I felt enchanted and attached to this man I walked towards to. I always had this feeling but never this intense, never this powerful and strong, and because of one look. I never felt this way with Harry, not when we first kissed or when we slept together for the first time, and not even before he left for the finale battle with Voldemort.
When my father and I reached to the alter and he gave me to Harry I had to take my eyes away from his and look at my husband to be, I feel hot tears crawling from my eyes and trickle down and let out a heart breaking sob, and Harry smiles because he thinks I'm crying out of pure happiness and he squeezing my hand and repeats the priest's words and I release another anguished sob when I look at his blue eyes again and I see that he knows. He knows!
"Could you ever forgive me?" I asked him in my mind as I looked at him I was surprised to see a similar look in his eyes and I knew that he was answering me, his answer was yes.
"I Hermione Jane Granger take thee Harry James Potter to my lawfully wedded husband-" tears kept pouring and I covered it with a fake smile. "-In sickness and in health, for richer for poor, to respect and love-" I sobbed strongly and looked at him one last time and returned to look at Harry, "-Till death do us apart."
"I pronounce you husband and wife." the priest said with a big smile. "You may kiss the bride." Harry kissed me softly and we made our way for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Potter. I felt pain beyond pain.
I had my chance to talk with him at the reception and only after he made his beautiful speech because naturally was the best man. For me was the best of all men.
When I stepped in at the dance I shared with my father I felt out of breathe again and very hot and suffocated in my wedding dress my heart raised as he positioned his arms around my waist and held my hand in his. Our bodies fitted perfectly. We danced slowly and I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart, I sobbed silently to his chest.
"I'm sorry," I cried repeatedly. "I'm so sorry, Ron."
All that Ron did was stroking my hair before he lifted my head up with his gentle hand under my chin and he looked at my with his glazed blue eyes. "Don't be, Love." I saw his eyes give to the emotions and he let his tears out.
"Love?" I whispered because I was afraid someone might here this.
"My love." He whipped my tears tenderly with his thumb and placed a kiss light as a feather on my lips and laced his fingers with mines. "Our love."
I'm never believed in love at first sight and that's only because I never thought it existed, I never believed in soul mates either, on the other hand I never believed witches and wizards were real until I was 11.
My name is Hermione Jane Granger and this my story. My love story.
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