6. She is really very beautiful (not that it matters but HELL SHE IS)
"HERMIONE? ARE YOU COMING?" Harry called out towards the bathroom. Hermione was in there for nearly one hour and they were going to meet with Ron in fifteen minutes.
"I'M COMING! JUST NEED A FEW MINUTES MORE!" Harry sighed upon his girlfriend's answer and looked around the unfamiliar hotel room to occupy himself with something. Finally, he decided to retie his shoes, he went to the neatly made bed and sat down carefully in order to not wrinkle his suit. He was really proud of his attire, he was wearing a black suit with burgundy stitches that match with his skinny tie and a black waistcoat over a white shirt. As he bend down to tie his shoe, he heard the bathroom door open.
"I'm sorry, love. I was waterproofing my make-up. You know it's very likely that I'll cry today." Harry smiled at his girlfriend's words. He raised his head to answer her but his words died down in his throat upon seeing her.
Hermione was always beautiful, he never doubted that but now, she'd left him speechless. Her dress was burgundy, matching his tie in a perfect harmony, the bodice of the dress fit her waist, complimenting her figure and it flared out from her waist till it ended just above her knees, under the dress she was wearing black high heels. Harry's eyes travelled back up till Hermione's face. Her chocolate brown eyes looked shadowy, giving her a mysterious look and her beautiful lips were a shade of red that matched perfectly with her dress.
"Harry? Are you listening to me?" Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts, he was simply left breathless.
"God, Hermione! How can you manage to be even more beautiful every time I look at you?" Hermione was taken aback by his sudden compliment. She smiled at her boyfriend who was sitting at the edge of their bed and reached at his neck to straighten his tie.
"Thank you, love. You don't look half bad yourself, I must say." Harry grinned up at her, she was now standing right in front of him. He took her hand from his collar and wrapped them around his neck, making Hermione get even closer to him.
"I think we have ten long minutes, why not put it to good use?" he said while pulling Hermione from her waist to sit at his lap.
"Harry, we have to get going. We can't be late to Ron and Luna's wedding." Hermione said, she was trying to resist him but it was taking all her willpower to do so. Harry flashed her his lopsided grin before lowering his lips to her neck, kissing right under her ear where her jaw met her neck.
"Do we really have to go?" Harry asked in a saucy voice. Hermione rolled her eyes, partly due to his question and partly due to the feelings he caused inside her stomach.
"Well… Besides the fact that they are our best friends, you are the best man and I am the maid of honour. So yes, we have to go- Oh God!" Harry had chosen right that moment to lightly bite her neck. "On the second thought, never mind. Maybe they won't notice our absence." Hermione said before kissing her boyfriend passionately. Harry's laugh was muffled by their locked lips as he fell backwards on the bed, taking Hermione with him. All thoughts of not wrinkling his suit had slipped away. As Harry's hands were riding up on her body to tangle in her curls, Hermione's hands were in his already messy hair, messing it up even more.
"HARRY! HERMIONE! ARE YOU IN THERE?" They sprang apart by Ron's voice coming right out of their room. Hermione quickly got off the bed, and looked in the mirror to make sure she was still presentable.
"YEAH, RON! WE ARE COMING IN A MINUTE!" Harry called out, he was still lying on the bed, breathing heavily. Hermione, convinced that she wasn't looking like she was just kissed like there was no tomorrow, turned to Harry and extended her hand. Harry took her hands and got off the bed. He was a complete mess, his hair was sticking out in every direction, there were lipstick stains on his lips and his suit was all wrinkled like he had slept in them. Harry sighed at his reflection in the mirror and when he saw Hermione by his side stifling her laugh, he pointed a finger at her reflection and said in an accusing voice,
"Don't you laugh, this is all your fault!" Hermione came closer to him and hugged him from behind, looking at his face in the mirror.
"And what exactly did I do? You started it all!" Harry turned in her embrace and looked down at her face now resting on his chest.
"Well, you shouldn't have been this beautiful." Hermione just laughed at his words and gently kissed his lips before wiping away all traces of their escapade with her magic.