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‘Cause I don’t know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don’t know why but with you I’d dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless
It was a beautiful celebration. Not even a little bit of rain could dampen the love and joy radiating in the atmosphere that evening. And thanks to magic, the entire party area stayed dry. But there was something about the way the raindrops glistened on the grass in the wandlight, adding to the fairytale essence that Fleur had been going for. It reminded Hermione of pixie dust, and she couldn’t help but find herself making a wish.
The ceremony had ended hours ago, and the party was well underway inside the massive tent. Even though the band carried on, Hermione decided to take a break. Her feet were killing her, so she found a quiet table on the outskirts of the dance floor and watched as the horde of Weasleys showed off their moves. Bill was twirling Ginny around as Fred and George passed Fleur back and forth. Even Percy was out there with his girlfriend from the Ministry, and Charlie was shuffling back and forth, perfectly content to dance by himself.
Only Ron stood on the edge of the makeshift parquet, running a hand through his hair as he watched the rest of his family let loose. Hermione couldn’t help but stare. It was moments like those where she realized just how much she wanted him. How much she hoped they were moving toward something more.
It didn’t take long for Ron’s gaze to scan the room for her, and when their eyes met, a wide smile spread over his face. He made his way over to her and held out his hand when he reached her, which she gladly took.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, and when she nodded, he dragged her away from the tent and into the dark, quiet night.
Fireflies blinked and frogs croaked in the distance. Their fresh rain soaked their feet as they walked, but Hermione didn’t care. The only thing she could focus on was her hand in his and how perfect it felt. They could still hear the music, though it was much quieter than before. The upbeat song transitioned into something slower, and the lead singer urged guests to hold their sweethearts tight for the last song of the night.
“I can’t believe it’s almost over,” Hermione commented as their steps slowed.
“Me either.” He stopped walking altogether now and pulled her in close. His other hand settled gently on her waist. “Dance with me?”
Hermione nodded and hoped her hammering heartbeat couldn’t be heard. Sure, they’d danced several times already that evening, but never this close. Never this isolated. Out there in the field it was just them, and it was perfect.
Perhaps the privacy spurred her bravery, and before she knew it, she was laying her head on Ron’s chest. The action made him pull her even closer, and she was surprised to hear the sound of his heart matching her own. It gave her hope and fueled her to push past her fears. She pulled away ever so slightly to look up and see his face in the moonlight.
Their eyes locked for just a moment before Ron’s gaze dipped slightly to catch a glimpse of her lips. The action was enough for Hermione to shift her arms around his shoulders and tilt her head up. Understanding her movements, Ron bent down just enough so that their noses grazed and then finally, he placed the softest, sweetest kiss upon her lips.
Hermione’s eyes fluttered shut as she basked in the moment. It was everything she’d ever hoped for and more.
Well you stood there with my in the doorway
My hands shake, I’m not usually this way but
You pull me in and I’m a little more brave
It’s the first kiss, it’s flawless, really somethin’
It’s fearless