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This is a little fanfic I wrote just now and thought I'd share it with you :) Enjoy! Please review!

"Come on!" Ron hollered. "We're going to be late!"

"Have a little patience, Ronald!" Hermione hollered back.

Harry simply rolled his eyes and gently pulled Ginny closer. Ginny grinned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and Ron made a gagging sound. "Mate," Harry said, grinning at Ginny, "it was just a kiss. Relax, would you?"

"Sorry," Ron said, grinning sheepishly at his best friend. "It's just... It'll take some time to get used to it." Harry nodded in understanding while Ginny rolled her eyes and snuck an around around Harry's waist. He grinned again and kissed her hair softly.

Ron sighed and turned back to the stairs. "Hurry up!" He bellowed.

"Okay!" Hermione yelled, running down the stairs and fussing with her hair. "I'm here, okay? Let's go then!"

But Ron couldn't move. He was rooted to the spot, staring at the girl he had fallen in love with. She was wearing a teal blue dress and tiny heels, and she had tamed her hair into a mass of curls pinned together at the nape of her neck. She was wearing light makeup which only enhanced her natural beauty. Her eyes, which had been burning a few seconds ago, were now soft as they gazed into his own eyes.

"You look nice, Ron," she whispered, and he grunted.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "That's man-talk for, 'you, too'," she said, tugging on Harry's hand impatiently.

"Wait," Harry whispered to he, patting her hand. Then he said to Hermione, "You look beautiful."

Hermione blushed slightly at the compliment. "Thanks, Harry. You look nice. Both of you do," she added, smiling at Ginny, who grinned back.

"Well," Ginny announced, "if my brother can find his feet again, we'd better get going."

Harry smirked knowingly and allowed Ginny to pull him out of the house. Hermione hung back, waiting for Ron. After a few uneventful seconds, she whispered, "Ron? Are you coming?"

He grunted again, still staring at her, and she giggled.

They hadn't had time after the war to talk. The memory of their kiss still lingered in the air, tinging every encounter with a slight awkwardness. But now, with Ron taking in how beautiful Hermione looked and Hermione wondering whether Ron would say something, there was somehow no awkwardness at all. It was nice to be able to stand still, even for just a minute.

Yet, they really were running late for the ball that the Ministry of Magic was hosting as a celebration of Voldemort finally being defeated once and for all. Hermione bit her lip and shyly took Ron's hand, intending on leading him outside to where Harry and Ginny would be waiting. Ron stared at their intertwining hands with wide eyes before returning his gaze to Hermione. "Come on," she whispered, tugging his hand gently.

Something seemed to snap in him at that moment. He cleared the space between them in one stride, wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her. Hermione smiled against his lips and wove her arms around his neck. His hands slowly moved up and down Hermione's back as she began to entangle her fingers in his hair.

"Oi! Come on!" Harry called out, marching into the living room. He then stopped in his tracks and stared at his best friends, who had reluctantly pulled apart and were now staring right back at him. He rolled his eyes and marched straight back outside, mumbling, "Merlin's beard. Interrupt them every time."