From Hermione's Perspective
I leant over to Tonks with my back to him. I couldn't bear it any longer. For the past three years I had been trying to attract him and all he could do is ignore me. Was he really as thick as he looked or was I just not noticeable? I tried so hard to get him to notice me at the Yule Ball but nothing.
'So when are you going to talk to him,' Tonks asked.
'What do you mean?' I said, desperately trying to cover my blushing.
'You know, when are you going to go and confront him,' she gazed past her towards where Ron was standing. He was staring at something off to her right but he didn't follow his gaze.
'I…' she trailed off.
A hand placed its self on he back and for a moment she hoped it was Ron but as she turned it was Victor Krum.
'Has he asked you yet,' he asked gruffly.
'No.' her answer was brief but it told him all he needed, the sadness that dripped off it. He glanced around and then walked away towards the bar.
She turned back to Tonks and began to talk. She was looking at her hands, which were playing with the silver bracelet that adorned her wrist. When she looked up Tonks was watching over her shoulder something.
'Are you even listening to me,' she asked rather more angrily than she had meant to. Tonks turned back to her and with a smile just gazed back at her. Victor had returned with three fire whiskeys and placed them on the table. I took mine and took a sip. Looking back at Tonks her smile had broadened even more. I felt a presence behind me and gulped down the rest of my fire Whiskey before turning. Ron was standing there gazing at me. I frowned slightly. It Ron moved his mouth but nothing came out. Victor said something, which I didn't quite hear but Tonks was laughing so I let out a slight laugh and turned back to them.
I hand only just let my eyes fall onto Tonks' face, which was contorted by laughter when I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned to face him. He captured my lips with his.
The Music Stopped.
Everything stopped.
And then it took me. The passion of three long years draining out of me as I relaxed into him sliding my arms behind his neck. Gradually she felt Ron pull away and she felt disappointed but then something in the tent was different. There was cheering and clapping. Somewhere behind her someone was saying 'At last.' And sighing.
Then her eyes met his and they smiled. It had been to long.
