It was a cool autumn night out in the field past the Burrow. Strands of blue and gold twinkle lights were hung to each of the wooden posts, mimicking the stars in the midnight blue sky. It was nearing eight in the evening and there were still countless people standing around, talking amongst one another as everyone continued to celebrate the evening of Ron and Luna's wedding. They'd been together four years this night, marking the start of a new journey for the pair. While everyone else in their families had been surprised when Ron introduced Luna as his girlfriend, it was Harry and Hermione who had supported them from the start.

Harry couldn't help but smile at his best mate's happiness. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Ron so happy, well then again Ron would beam at the sight of chicken wings . Harry couldn't help but chuckle at his silent thought, which became interrupted when Lee Jordan, the DJ of the evening, made an announcement.

"The bride and groom have selected this song for all you lovely couples to come out on the dance floor! Get out here and show some love!" Lee tapped his wand on the small stereo as the next song melodically danced through the field. Harry watched as each of the couples took to the dance floor as a small hand laced her fingers through his.

"Dance with me." He heard her whisper in his ear as she tugged on his hand.

"'Mione, you know I don't dance. I'm utter rubbish." He told her, trying to hold his ground.

"Says who?" Hermione asked him, tilting her head to the side as her ember eyes beckoned him to the dance floor.

"Pavarti Patil." Hermione couldn't help but laugh softly at him. "Harry, that was eight years ago. C'mon, this is one of my favorite songs. Please dance with me." Harry let out a sigh and nodded his head. "Alright, let's go." A small squeal surpassed the brunette's lips as she dragged Harry to the dance floor, wrapping her slender arms around his neck. Harry placed the palms of her hands on either side of her hips as the words to 'Something' by The Beatles filled his ears.

Something in the way she moves

Attracts me like no other lover

Something in the way she woos me.

Harry looked down at Hermione, his eyes gazing upon her relaxed form as her head rested upon his chest as they swayed to the music. He couldn't help but think this song, one that he heard countless times thanks to his Aunt Petunia, was talking about Hermione.

No one in the world had attracted him as much as Hermione had. He couldn't place his finger on what drew the two of them together that night of the battle, but he was damn lucky. Harry closed his eyes and placed his cheek upon her head as he continued to listen to the lyrics.

You know I don't want to leave her now

You know I believe and how

Somewhere in her smile it she knows

That I don't need another lover

Something in her style that shows me

He'd never leave her side, not in a million years. For too long they had fought alongside one another and overcame each obstacle that dared stand in their way. He believed in them and he knew she reciprocated his feelings. Just looking upon her smile, Merlin how he loved her smile, and knowing how happy she'd become over the last few years had proven to him that he, no they were doing something right together.

He thanked his lucky stars she wasn't the jealous type as Lavender Brown and was confident enough in their relationship to know he wouldn't need to cheat on her even if the occasional witch tried to flirt with him at work or out in the shops, she knew he was hers.

You're asking me will my love grow

I don't know, I don't know

You stick around now it may show

I don't know, I don't know

Harry recalled during the time of Ron and Luna's engagement, he and Hermione had talked about the possibility of marriage, but neither of them were in a rush. They were content with the way things were for the time being. Hell, they were practically married without the title. But he knew deep down that she was the one for him and eventually, possibly within the next year he would ask her to marry him. Thinking of her married name as Hermione Jean Potter caused Harry's heart to skip a beat, his grip on her tightened slightly as happiness engulfed him.

Something in the way she knows

And all I have to do is think of her

Something in the things she shows me

Not a day has gone by that a single thought of her doesn't cross his mind. He lives for her, breathes for her. Each day he goes off to work, he can't help but wish that the day would hurry along so he could hold her in his arms. With each passing day he learns little things about her, things he hadn't picked up on during their time at Hogwarts such as when she aggravated her right nostril flares and when Hermione's excited two dimples rest in the corner of her mouth.

You know I don't want to leave her now

You know I believe and how

As the song ends, Harry lifts his cheek from Hermione's head and gazes into her eyes. A soft smile rests in the corner of her mouth as she stands on her tiptoes, placing a light, chaste kiss upon Harry's lips.

"See, I was right. You're not a bad dancer." She told him as she moved a loose strand of raven hair from his eyes.

"I guess I just needed the right dance partner." He replied, before capturing her lips with his once more.