Hermione leaned her head against Harry's shoulder. They were watching the fireworks at Hogwarts' first "high school" reunion. They had both been out of school for five years and Dumbledore had gathered everyone together for a little get together for dinner, dancing and fireworks.
"So, how come you never told me you had a crush on me while we were going to school?" Hermione asked Harry. He blushed.
"Oh, I don't know, with you and Ron in seventh year..." Harry said. He stared at one of the squares of the picnic blanket they were sprawled on.
The booms and bangs of the finale of the fireworks show rang their ears. Hermione leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear.
"Well, I'm glad you finally told me," she said and kissed him softly on his lips. That was her first kiss. Most people wouldn't believe that she didn't have a kiss until she was twenty-two years old but she never had the right person, or the right timing.
"Wow," Harry murmured, not knowing that Hermione had never had any practice.