Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie or Hermione or any other Harry Potter characters
Hermione was frozen. He asked if he could kiss her. No other guy had ever asked. They just went in for a kiss and that was it.
"Yes," she said in a breathy whisper. Charlie inclined his head and gently pressed his lips to hers. It felt like pure lightning coursing through her veins, something sparked in her, he felt it too. He pulled away and smiled gently at her. She looked so beautiful while she was catching her breath from just a small kiss. Her eyes were half hooded and her chest was rising and falling fast. Even though her face was flushed on top of all of that, she was the loveliest woman that he had ever seen.
She opened her eyes to see him staring at her. Instinctually, she raised a hand to her face and felt the warmth creep onto her cheeks and neck. Hermione turned her head away but Charlie moved her head back to stare at him. His bright blue eyes boring into her honey brown eyes and to her it looked like he was searching for something. In his eyes, she saw determination, happiness, and something else she couldn't determine. Charlie let go of her face and took her hands in his.
"Hermione I have a question, and it is okay if you say no," Charlie stuttered, "I was wondering if we could have dinner sometime, not at your house, I mean out to a restaurant or something," she smiled and placed her head on his shoulder.
"Yes, I would love that Charlie," the smile on his face could bring happiness to even the darkest of people. He moved back from her and picked her up by the waist and spun around with her in his arms. Hermione laughed and held onto his neck. With her still in his arms, he kissed her. The spark seemed to have intensified and she gasped slightly. It was wonderful. Suddenly a bright green flash happened behind them. She placed her head on his shoulder to peer at who had come through the floo.
It was Ron Weasley looking like he was about to blow up.