Bill's Wedding Kiss
Hermione, Ron and Harry were at Bill and Fleur's wedding reception, chatting. Dancing was about to begin.
"We better get going, or all the floor space will be taken," Ron mused. He turned to Hermione. "Come and dance," he told her.
She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They went out on to the floor and began to waltz. It was a little awkward; Ron had never been a good dancer, and he did not want to embarrass himself by stepping on Hermione's feet.
"This might be our last moment of peace, you know," Ron said after a silence. Hermione nodded.
"I know," she said softly.
"I should have taken you to the Yule Ball," Ron said gently as he twirled her about.
"I wish you had," Hermione murmured.
"Yeah. We might have had more time. Years, instead of a couple months." They stopped and gazed at each other. "I should have told myself to stop denying it. It was you, before my slow brain even realized it. It's always been you."
Hermione wanted to cry. What a sweet thing to say, she thought. Brushing one hand across his face, she stepped up on her tiptoes and gave her the softest kiss imaginable. Ron returned it with relish. Their lips parted then joined, then parted and joined again, asking and answering, giving and receiving. Both forgot that they couldn't be seen doing things like this in public. They were not even aware of the Patronus that came zooming in until gasps and screams could be heard. Hermione turned away as Ron bent to give her another kiss, startled, and Ron followed her lead.
It would turn out to be their last peaceful moment together for a long time. Following Kingsley's announcement, Death Eaters crashed the party and the Golden Trio frantically escaped on their mission.
