Just one look at her face made Hermione's insides melt. It was all she could do not to grab her and kiss her at that very moment. She still could not understand why Nymphadora hated her name so much, always insisting on being called Tonks. The name was so simple, yet it expressed one thousand hearts. All that Hermione could feel was her own heart beating at an uneasy pace inside her chest.
Hermione had been dreading this day for months, the day that Nymphadora would marry the werewolf, Remus Lupin. It would be too much seeing true love walk down the aisle in a white dress. It would be too much knowing that the person awaiting her presence at the end of the red carpet would not be herself.
With her strong feelings for Nymphadora hidden in the back of her mind, Hermione attended the ceremony that would end in tears, and not necessarily her own.
By the time that the vicar had reached the 'I do's', Hermione's face was stained with tears and fresh ones were falling from her weary eyelids. The 'I do's' of Nymphadora were nearly complete, but as she suspected, her happiness would not last. She was so close, but she had failed the last task. Instead of Remus John Lupin, the words that fell from her lips were:
'I take thee, Hermione Jean Granger!'
It was as if fireworks had exploded between Remus and Hermione, but both for different reasons - and the vicar made the mistake of continuing.
Hermione then realised what she was supposed to do. She rose up, out of her seat and said, 'I object!'
The damage had been done. Both women threw their arms around each other and embraced in a long and passionate kiss that carried with it a promise.