Well Hello my dears! I'm back from along writers block, hopefully this will be the last for a while. Now, I'm quite new to writing this ship, but not reading and or obsessing about it (some of you may know me from my reviews of your stories), so please, be understanding. Enough chit chat! Severus, can you do the honors?

Severus Snape-Fine. KraZiie doesn't own the rights to Harry Potter at all. She only owns her Muggle laptop and no matter how many attempts at the rights, she will NEVER own them.

KraZiie-…well, gosh Severus. Don't need to be so mean…hmph…

Never. I repeat Never in my life, did I think that the word Bitter would describe me. Bitter was a word that described woodworm…or Professor Severus Snape…but never Hermione Jean Granger. Or at least that's how I thought it was all it would describe. Now, if you look at the dictionary and sought the word bitter, there would be three pictures. One picture would be of wormwood, another for Severus and one of me, Hermione Jean Granger.

Mind you, I didn't plan to be bitter. But then again, I didn't plan on being at my ex arch nemesis's wedding, or being a bride's maid for said wedding-or even being hopelessly in love with said arch nemesis. But here I am. In an ugly shade of peach, my hair twisted into an unholy design of twists and braids watching the wedding from a close range of two feet. Fate is one snarky bint.

I can see the light sweat embedding on Draco's forehead as he listens to the vows. I can see the light spray of spit coming from the aging Ministry officially who's marrying Draco to his 'lovely bride'. And above all…I can smell honeydew and grapefruit coming from the hair of the bride. The "ever-beautiful" Ginevra Weasely. Come to think of it…maybe Harry is also bitter…no wait…he's that American witch Alyss Darko…never mind.

Hmm…maybe I wouldn't be so bitter if it wasn't for the fact that I practically pushed Ginny and Draco together. I was in love with the ferret and confided in Ginny about it years ago. And then, in a daze of idiocy, I asked if she could get close to him some years after Hogwarts, to see if found me interesting enough… not a very bright idea for the 'brightest witch of our time' huh? I sent my beautiful best friend into the arms of a handsome single man-a man I loved.

Oh no…the "I do's" are up… I look to see Severus on the sideline, he's looking right back at me; a look of sympathy and understanding is etched on his face. Bitter blood over love makes allies, I guess. But what else can I expect from my mentor? Maybe if I paid more attention during those months that Ginny was supposed to be doing recon for me, I would've seen the looks that pasted them… the passion that started from a single argument over Quidditch… maybe I could've stopped it before it came to this…but I was somewhere else. I wanted to be a Potions Mistress so I became an apprentice for Snape. My love of learning and my lust for a fulfilling career took me away and I was unable to stop my best friend from falling in love with my crush.

Maybe it's Karma… Karma for thinking I was smarter than everyone else during school. Karma for being so cold to Ron after our imminent break up after the War. Karma for making fun of Snape for being so bitter and lonely… Funny…Now I'm bitter and lonely too…

I jolt when I hear applause, it seems while I was in self-loathing and pity, Draco Malfoy married my best friend, Ginny Weasley… well… good for them I guess…

I'm happy to be the maid of honor for Ginny… Happy to watch them kiss in front of me… Happy that they think I'm Happy with them being together-even if I'm not. Because just because I'm bitter…doesn't mean I'm heartless…it doesn't… it just hurts more…

Hope you guys liked it!