A/N: Another story I found while browsing through my documents, so I thought I'd post it. It's a little overly fluffy and cliché, but tell me what you think.
Hermione looked up from her book, unable to concentrate because she was distracted by the approaching storm. She looked out the window at the dark, moody sky, reflecting her mood perfectly. She drew nearer to the sliding doors and pressed her face and hands against the glass. The rain began to pour suddenly. As the thunder clap sounded, she unlatched the lock on the door and stepped outside.
She was very aware of everything. She felt the wet, soft grass on her feet, the humid air and the warm breeze on her skin, and the big, fat, wet raindrops on her face. She felt her bushy hair begin to flatten and then curl. She felt as if every trouble she had, was being washed away along with the dirt of the day.
She twirled around a few times, looking up at the cloudy sky, her arms outstretched, her mouth open and her eyes closed. She was jerked suddenly out of this trance when a noise from somewhere to her right caught her off guard. She turned to see Ron walking out of the Burrow, hands in his pockets, cringing slightly because of the rain, and a slight smile on his face. Hermione felt herself blush a bright shade of red.
"What are you doing?" he asked her.
She shrugged, "Dancing in the rain… It seems cliché, I know."
"Just a little." He said, "So, is it all it's made out to be?"
Hermione nodded, "It's very refreshing."
Ron removed his hands from his pockets and extended his arms, "It is nice; cleansing in a way."
"Oh come on, that's not dancing." She reprimanded him.
"Must you find fault with everything I do?" he asked.
"Sorry," she said sincerely, "It's just… Here." She said taking his hand, and pulling him closer.
They both realized how intimate this was, and at first they blushed a fair amount and felt awkward, but after a while, neither found they cared. Hermione took hold of his other hand and began to spin, gradually going faster and faster.
They kept spinning until Hermione slipped on the wet ground, bringing Ron, who was still holding her hands, down with her. They landed in a heap on the ground; Ron on top of Hermione. He made to get up, but she pulled him back down and into a deep, sweet kiss. Hermione had always pictured fireworks going off the first time she kissed Ron, but she had lightning.
Ron looked shocked, albeit very happy. His face and ears were flushed, his eyes were wide, and he had a goofy smile on his face. He rolled over onto his back, lying beside Hermione, trying to articulate what he was feeling. "Do you…? Should we…? Wow." He said finally, running a hand over his lips.
Hermione had to giggle at this. "Yes and yes, Ron." She said confidently, "This has been a long time coming."
Ron seemed to pull himself together, "Yeah, I guess it has." He said. Then, he propped himself up on one elbow and bent to kiss Hermione again. They began to kiss more passionately and continued kissing, not realizing or caring that they were getting completely soaked and the storm was still raging around them.