Hermione looked up at the stars; it was a beautiful night. She found all her favorite constellations, and pointed some of them out to Ron, who was sitting by her side.
"This really is the perfect date, Ron," she said, and ate a piece of fruit from a small picnic basket that sat between the two.
"Thanks," Ron replied. "I'm just that way. The perfect date-planner right here."
"You're so modest," Hermione laughed.
"Yeah. Yeah I am. I guess you taught me well. But then again, I've always had a gift for modesty."
"Again!" Hermione moved the picnic basket beside her, and scooted closer to Ron, putting her head on his shoulder.
"You know the one thing that's more beautiful than this night?" Ron asked.
"I don't know," Hermione replied, thinking she knew the answer.
"Food. Now give me that picnic basket!"
"Well! Here you go then. Guess I won't be talking to you for a while," she joked, and both knew she didn't mean it by her laughing.
At that moment clouds flew over the sky. They were moving surprisingly quickly, and within a couple minutes rain poured down from above.
"Where did this come from?" Hermione yelled to Ron, in order to be heard over the heavy down pour.
"I have no idea! Just come on inside!" Ron wrapped in arm around Hermione, who was picking up the picnic basket. Once she had it in her hand her and Ron ran towards the flat they shared near the Burrow.
"I'm going to go grab a towel to dry out my hair," said a soaking wet Hermione once they reached the house. She rushed towards a small bathroom right outside their bedroom and grabbed a towel, wrapping her hair in it and taking it out shortly after.
"Good. It's still a little wet. You look cute when your hair is wet," Ron told her when she reentered the main room.
"Thanks," she said back, and sat next to him on the couch, leaning into him.
"Are you tired?" Ron asked her, stroking her hair.
"Yeah," Hermione mumbled back, and Ron picked her up and carried her to her bed. "You know, I think this was our best date yet."
"I think so too."rmione looked up at the s