Air

You think your days are ordinary
But she can hardly breathe without you.

Hermione arrived in good time for the wedding, wearing a coral blue dress. She had tried her best to tame her unruly hair into curls, and it had worked- for the most part. She made her way into the garden, where the ceremony would be taking place. The rows of rickety, mismatched chairs were obvious handiwork of Fred and George, but Hermione felt that the flowery arches and platform had been conjured by the more careful work of Mrs Weasley and Tonks. A light wind rustled the branches of nearby trees and loosened a few flower petals, scattering them over the grassy aisle.
Turning to go into the kitchen she walked straight into Ron, who had quietly approached as shed gazed at the setting.
'Ron!' she shrieked and a large smile broke across his face
'Hermione… you're a bit early' he laughed.
She blushed and looked up at him earnestly,
'I hate being late'
'Don't I know it' he muttered and she gave him a friendly clip on the shoulder.
A few stray petals whipped through the space between them, she followed them with her eyes into the luscious field of mint green grass next to the house. He noticed her glancing towards the meadow and smiled
'Want to take a walk while you're waiting?'
Her eyes lit up briefly but quickly dimmed as she glanced down at her shoes and grimaced.
'I'm not exactly dressed for...'
'Take them off' he said simply. She grinned and loosened the ribbons at her ankles.
'Ron… are you wearing a suit?' she stared at him in disbelief. He turned magenta and mumbled something about muggle dress robes before marching down the garden. She laughed lightly and followed.
'Where's Harry?'
'Probably sulking around Ginny' Ron said with deliberate carelessness, 'He's been doing it since he got here, staring at her and trying to make deep conversation' He chuckled. 'He seems to have forgotten that it was him who broke up with her, when he was being all noble and stuff.'
Hermione sighed, 'He thinks that if he allows himself to love her, Voldemort will kill her. Oh, be a man, Ron' she cuffed him on the arm when he flinched at the mention of the name.
'Well I say if… You-Know-Who wanted to kill Ginny he would have done it already. He had the opportunity once before. He'll kill us all whether we love Harry or not, we're "blood traitors"' He spat out the words with malice and quickly looked towards his feet.
'You're in the company of a mudblood, Ron. I say we're well matched.'
His pupils dilated and she looked down, furious at herself.
She stopped suddenly, they were at the entrance of the woods that lined the back fields of the Weasley's land.
Ron turned, 'Are you coming in?'
The wind echoed teasingly through the trees, calling her to dance among the strong green leaves.
She nodded and he reached out his hand, pulling her through a clump of bushes quickly, her hair and dress escaping snagging on the long finger-like tendrils of the prickly monster.
On the other side of the hedge there was a small clearing carpeted with bluebells and thick luxurious grass.
Ron sat against a thick oak tree, Hermione followed suit, arranging herself carefully on the clean ground.
'Harry told me about you and Krum.'
'Harry told me about you and Krum' she laughed.
'Eh, what?'
'You were jealous,' she said slyly. Seeing his shocked expression she laughed louder, 'You should have told me.'
He looked away awkwardly, 'What would you have done?'
She shrugged and wiggled her toes amongst the flowers and waited.
Realisation dawned. 'And you were jealous of Lavender!' He said triumphantly, she smiled nervously and he looked at her woefully.
'I made that perfectly clear, Won-Won' she teased. His finger grazed a small scar on his cheek and stared. 'I never know what to expect from you, Hermione'
She shrugged, 'I thought you could tell,'
'Well you can't'
She granted him a small half-smile, 'Maybe Harry and Ginny have the right idea, it's too dangerous for this.'
Ron felt suddenly light-headed, unable to breathe. This was not happening.
'It's not too dangerous,' he said uneasily. '… if you're careful.'
She was suddenly a lot closer, or was it he who had moved? She bit her lip habitually,
'Ron, w-'
He caught her doubts with his kiss and a sharp jolt of excitement rocked her, he left her weak. He moved back with unsure eyes and she gazed at him, drained. She returned his kiss with all the strength she could muster. It lasted years, when they finally broke apart she could see her happiness reflected in his face.
He was bright pink and very ruffled, her cheeks were burning and she was quite sure her curls had gone out of control some time ago.
The scent of honeysuckle and fresh soil caressed her as she moved back against the tree, he came close once again. A gust of wind danced past them and he paused, searching her sparkling eyes. She smiled, breathless, and gave up in helpless, sweet surrender.