It seemed a lifetime ago, that time before he'd told her how he felt.
He'd pulled her aside after dinner, hands hidden behind his back.
A blush spreading across his cheeks, he had said shyly "These flowers are for you, Hermione."
Taking the small bouquet, she had inhaled their scent deeply. Her eyes shone.
"Thank you" she'd whispered back.
Gently, he had run his fingers over her smooth cheek.
"Anything for you, my beautiful lady."
They had each blushed again, a light pink dusting from ear to ear.
Then, he'd leaned in slowly, and given her a delicate kiss.
