"Charlie," Hermione called, chuckling as she ran. "We're not going to make it."

"Be confident," he shouted back at her, shooting her a devilish grin.

"I am confident. I'm confident we're not going to make it."

"Well, I have inside knowledge that we'll be perfectly fine," he told her, dragging her behind him with her hand. They were weaving through the long grass that led to the back garden of the Burrow since they'd have a picnic on top of the hill. They'd both been pretty content to stay out and enjoy the summer weather if it hadn't been for the large clouds that had appeared and hinted to a summer storm.

They'd just made it through the long grass and could see the Burrow clearly now, standing in what was considered the back garden, when the rain started to fall. It didn't fall slowly, taking its time to build up to the torrential downfall, no. It came down in one, as if someone had poured a bucket over the couple.

Hermione squealed, chuckling as well when Charlie slipped on the suddenly wet grass and fell. Her hand was still in his, however, and she fell with him, landing on top of with a quiet, "Umph!"

"Well, hello," Charlie murmured huskily, staring up at her as the rain poured down on them. "Have we met before or was it just in my dreams?" She rolled her eyes at him and made a move to climb off of him but he wrapped his arms around her waist and prevented her from moving. "No," he whined. "Stay right there."

"Why?" she asked curiously. When they'd first started dating, Hermione would've complained about getting wet but she'd learnt from experience that that was a sentence leading to trouble. And some pleasurable moments.

"Because you look so beautiful right now and I want to savour the moment." And she did, Charlie believed. Her face, though splattered with raindrops, held a rosy tint that showed her happiness and if you couldn't see that, the glow in her eyes would be answer enough. Her lips were upturned in a grin and her curls were sticking to her face and neck. He knew they were going to bounce back later in an even bigger riot. Her top was even clingy now and held a delectable view but he wasn't focused on that. He was focused on the raw happiness she was showing.

"I love you," he told her, leaning his head up to kiss her soundly on the lips.

"I love you too," she muttered back against his lips, her hands winding their way in his hair and holding his face to hers. "Always."

This signifies the end. I originally began with a list of thirty prompts for an event and I only managed a few before it ended but I carried on. Half the prompts on the list weren't made for pure romance shots so I cut out most and here we are.

I want to say thank you to everyone who's reviewed, favourited or/and followed this series. I've enjoyed writing it! This won't be the end for Charlie and Hermione for I have a short story in mind. Don't know when that will come from dream to reality but for now, if you haven't, choose my next pairing in my poll on my profile. I hope to see some of you over there.