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Summary: The story takes place during Bill and Fleurs' wedding. Ron asked Hermione to dance with him, but what happened after that? Can they stop bickering? Especially that Viktor appeared at the wedding. Will it help them solve their problems or make things worse? DH spoilers. It might have taken place, when I come to think of it. One-shot.
Ron guided Hermione through the crowd to a less crowded place, where they could dance comfortably.
When they reached that place, Ron took Hermione's right hand in his left, placed his right hand on her left hip and she placed her left hand on his right shoulder. They started dancing. The music was slow and so were their moves.
'Wonder what Viktor wanted from Mr. Lovegood,' said Hermione in a thoughtful voice.
'Maybe he just thought that Mr. Lovegood isn't as handsome and well-dressed as he is, and that it's a crime,' sneered Ron.
'Ron!' Hermione exclaimed. 'I don't wanna fight. Can we just drop it, please?'
'But it wasn't me who brought it up,' Ron said.
'Ron!' Hermione was desperated. 'I'm trying to avoid an argument. I didn't even defend Viktor, what I'd usually do.'
'Oh, sure you would. 'Cause he's bloody Krum! Famous, handsome and rich.'
'That's it! Hermione burst out. 'You know I wouldn't date a guy just 'cause he's famous, handsome or rich. Though it is nice if a guy looks good. But I know a lot good-looking guys: you, Harry, Charlie-' Hermione blushed, but wanted to continue, but Ron cut her off.
'Me?' he whispered. 'You think I'm good-looking?' he asked incredulously.
'Yes,' Hermione mumbled, looking down. 'Very good-looking.'
She felt Ron's hand slide from her hip to the small of her back and he pulled her against him. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. She was shocked at first and froze, but he didn't stop. She quickly snapped out of the shock and responded, moving her left hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck, bringing him even closer to her. He grinned against her lips and brought his left hand to the back of her head, feeling her smooth hair. He regretted that her hair wasn't bushy and wild as always, left loose, so that he could play with it, but he knew it wasn't their last kiss, that he'd have his chance to play with her hair later.
He glided his tongue over her upper lip, coaxing her for entrance, which she quickly granted. Their tongues played together, teasing, tasting.
When Ron's right hand slid to her bum, she jerked away.
'Sorry, I... I souldn't have-' Ron mumbled, blushing furiously.
'No!' Hermione cut him off, before he could say something more. 'It's not about that. I wouldn't mind at all,' she was blushing as well, 'if we weren't at the wedding. Everyone can see us.'
'Oh. And when we'll be alone?' Ron grinned mischieviously.
'You'll see,' she grinned back, sending him a dirty look.
Luckily, everyone was too busy (or already drunk) to notice what happend between the couple. So they danced together, both of them waiting impatiently for the end of the party, so that they could be together.
I hope you enjoyed this story. This is my second fanfic. Please, review. I'd love to know what you think about it. What you like and dislike in it (that doesn't mean that you can call me a stupid oak, which can't write fanfics properly ;) ).