Chapter 1: Visiting the Bride

Hermione Granger stood in front of the mirror. She did not recognize herself in her reflection; could not believe that the girl in the white bridal gown - this beautiful swan - had once been her, an ugly duckling. She took a deep breath to gain her composure.

"This is what I want. I love Ron, and we can make this work. We'll be happy forever, I know it!" She smiled at the thought that soon, she would be the new Mrs. Weasley.

"So beautiful a thing, in a weary, weary world." The voice made Hermione spin around. Harry Potter was leaning against the doorjamb in his tuxedo, a small smile on his face.

"Harry!" Hermione's face lit up with joy at the sight of her best friend. He strode over to her and wrapped her in a hug. Hermione leaned against him. Her surrogate brother was the only man besides Ron who could make her feel safe.

"Did Ron send you?" She rested her head on his shoulder.

She felt Harry's body bob against her in what she assumed was a nod. "I don't recall any rule about bad luck if the Best Man sees the bride before the wedding. So, I think we're good."

"How is he?"

"Most nervous I've ever seen him. He's practically bouncing off the walls like a skittish cat. Crookshanks would not be amused."

Hermione giggled. "Why, is he OK?"

"Oh, it's an excited nervous, trust me. I think he just wants to be able to have you all to himself."

Hermione blushed and pulled away to look at him. Harry smiled down at her.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you. And thanks for being our Best Man."

"I would have been more stunned if I wasn't," Harry cracked. He kissed her on the forehead. "Gotta go report back to your hubby." He winked and she laughed.

"Love you, Harry."

"Ditto."