Was it you who caught me staring?
Early-morning sunlight filtered in through the half-drawn curtains, falling gently onto the couple in the bed. Fred Weasley stirred, his blue eyes opening slowly, and reached his arm out to close the curtains as best he could without getting up, grateful for his long arms. Sleepily, he gazed down at the witch still fast asleep in his arms, her head tucked into his chest. As he watched, she shifted slightly, her hand moving into the solitary ray of sunshine on the bed between them. It glinted off the engagement ring that used to belong to his Great-Grandmother, and the simple wedding band she recently started wearing. He brushed a tendril of her long, bushy hair out of her face, smiling as it sprung back into place. She stirred and reached out for him, opening her chocolate-brown eyes to glance at him curiously when her fingers had to reach farther then normal to touch his chest. He smiled at her, and leaned down to kiss her now-smiling lips.
Or was it me who caught you?
Eyes and mind both firmly closed to the idea of morning, Hermione reached her hand out to find Fred. She had almost lost him in the final battle, and she still took a great deal of comfort from being able to feel him beside her. As her fingers reached further then she was used to, she began to panic, worrying that it had all been a dream and she had really lost Fred. Then, the tips of her fingers made contact with his smooth, warm skin, and she relaxed. Curious as to why he wasn't in his usual position, sleeping, she opened her eyes. The first thing she did was look for his eyes. Once she had seen them, and the last tiny bit of doubt for his realism had been brushed thoroughly from her mind, she let her eyes wander a bit. She followed the line of his jaw to where it met the thick tendons of his neck, and then down his very well muscled chest, toned from years of Quidditch, smiling reflexively before Fred captured her lips with his. His hands tangled in his hair, and he broke away. "Let's stay in bed today, love," he murmured, kissing along her jawbone. She almost assented, eyelids fluttering, to his very convincing argument. "Mmm…" She protested eloquently. "C'mon, love… I'll have Georgie cover the store for me," he flicked his wand casually, his fox-patronus appearing beside him, "and I'll tell the ministry that you're very, very sick today." She grabbed his wrist and flicked his wand for him. Tossing the wand into the corner of the room as the fox disappeared, Fred reached down and kissed her again. "Knew you had it in you, Love."