Oooh I tried to make it nice and sweet, but it ended up with a dirty little reference. Sorry for those offended! But oh well! c;
I checked, and my lawyer says I still own nothing :/
Inspired.
Hermione sat, mesmerized by the sunset. She glanced at the hues of red and orange and smiled. She set her brush in red paint and began to paint on a blank canvas propped in front of her.
The sun had long since set and Hermione was no working by the light of a lantern. She heard the soft fall of feet behind her and did not turn to look when she heard his voice, "What are you doing out here so late honey? I was worried."
"I was painting the sunset." She replied, surveying her work and painted one last stroke.
"That's not the sunset Hermione," Charlie replied carefully, "In fact, it is me." She watched as he grabbed the work and surveyed it.
"You like it?' She asked timidly.
"Of course," He replied, "Why did you paint me and not the sunset?"
She looked at him before placing a kiss on the side of his mouth. She pulled away and said, "You are my sunset Charlie Weasley. You are also my sunrise. The colors just inspired me to paint the sunset, this is what came out."
She giggled as he swept her up in his arms, careful not to hurt her or the painting and nipped at her ear whispering, "Let's just see how many times we can make my sun rise and your sun set."