She was taunting him and he knew it. Her back was to him as she talked to Tonks on the other side of the dance floor. Less then 20 paces. He could be over there in five maybe ten seconds and be with her but what was the point. The object of his love was oblivious. She was the cleverest girl in school but couldn't see when one of her best friends had fallen for her.
She swayed gently to the beat of the music making her dress of maroon shimmer in the starlight. She was a picture of perfection and he was slumped on the other side of the room with a glass of fire whiskey in his hand and alone. Only 20 paces but a world away.
Then as if the feeling of dejectedness couldn't get any worse he strode up to her. His air of confidence and manner just couldn't be competed with, so why did he try. This was all before you even got to know the shy and famous Victor Krum. When he reached her he delicately laid a hand on her back and leant close to her ear and whispered something. Somewhere deep inside him a flame of anger flared up but he swallowed it and his pride with the last of his fire whiskey.
All of a sudden his feet were moving. We walked strait across the room towards her. He wasn't in control. He placed his glass on a table as he passed and continued walking towards her. His mind was shouting for him to divert direction and head for the bar but he wasn't in control. He covered the last few steps in half a second and he was there. A few inches from her. She turned around feeling his presence and smiled at him and the fighting instinct that had dragged the rational Ron (if one existed) over to the other side of the room vanished. He was lost in her eyes literally. He moved his mouth to say something but nothing came out. She frowned slightly and then she turned back to Tonks and Krum. Krum said something and the two girls giggled quietly. That was it. The instinct kicked back in. he grabbed her by the shoulder spinning her around to face him. Then he coved her mouth with his.
The music stopped.
So did everyone else.
Then the instinct decided to bail on him again and he was left lips touching with a stunned Hermione.
She sank into him slightly and shifted her wait so she was pushing against him slightly.
SHE WAS KISSING HIM BACK!!!
He let a different feeling take over. What he had felt for the last four years flowed out of him like a river. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer as hers wrapped around his neck.
Ron became aware of something around them. There was clapping and cheering. He heard someone say loudly next to them 'At last.' And sigh.
When they broke apart they both smiled at each other for a second and then looked around the room at the crowd of people cheering and clapping them.