A/N: In an attempt to hurry this chapter along, I couldn't wait for my aunt to get online and help me out with facts, so I stuck to what I know. Therefore, no dialogue. I think it's kinda jumpy, actually, but it's okay. The prompt was Dreamily.
He couldn't help noticing how fascinated she seemed. Well, not exactly fascinated. But she kept looking at things dreamily, as if fantasizing that this was her big day. Whatever she was thinking about, he hoped she kept thinking about it, as long as it kept that look on her face, that look of sheer joy. Who knew when they'd get to just enjoy a day like this again.
She smiled as Bill and Fleur said their vows, and he stared at her, even if she didn't notice that that's what he was doing. She did look fantastic, despite what Aunt Muriel had said. And as odd as it may have seemed to anyone else, he couldn't help thinking that he really liked the way her ankles looked with those shoes.
And then, when the ceremony was over and the three of them went to find a table to sit at, she was beaming, and he shouldn't have thought it, but he liked seeing her smile, just like that, and wanted to take a picture of her in his mind. Nothing could wreck his mood. Except maybe Krum. But, in a moment that surprised even him, Ron asked her to dance.
If someone had asked him if there was anything more beautiful than Hermione's smile, he would have said no. But that was before he watched her dance. She seemed extremely self-conscious, but she soon loosened up, and he wondered where he'd been looking while she was growing up, becoming such a beautiful person…
He forced himself to stop thinking about that sort of thing. He should have been avoiding those thoughts all day, but he couldn't. As much as he tried to close out his attraction to her, he couldn't. So he seemed to have stopped trying. He couldn't really blame himself, just as he wouldn't be able to blame someone else if they were thinking this sort of thing about her. He'd be jealous, of course, but that was beside the point.
The point was, she was very attractive. It didn't actually mean he was in love with her, as he'd begun to suspect. He couldn't be, and he wouldn't be.
But wouldn't it be incredible if they were in love with each other?