The Night They Danced

She just looked so sad, thought Harry, looking at Hermione sitting on the steps in their tent. It was breaking his heart to see her like this. And he couldn't take it anymore.

He switched the radio from Potterwatch to a channel that only played music.

Then he stood up.
He walked over to Hermione, pulled her up, and slowly, gently, took the locket from her neck and tossed it on the bed. It would be fine left there for a little while.

Slowly, he grasped her hands - so soft- his own, and started to sway with her.

And so, they started to dance.

Slowly, timidly, Hermione started to participate, unable to resist smiling at Harry's goofy dancing.

In the end, they just held each other and swayed in time to the music.

Hermione had never been in such an intimate moment, and she wasn't sure what it all meant.
This closeness with Harry, being held in his arms, it just felt. . . right. Safe. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. She was happy.

Unsure what it all meant, she slowly looked up at Harry, and saw that his eyes were fixed on her. He was thinking about how beautiful her smile was and her frown, and every other emotion. She was beautiful. And he liked how she fit in his arms so well. He was looking at Hermione, also thinking about what his feelings at that moment meant. Except for once, he knew something before she did. Harry knew what his feelings meant. He knew what Hermione meant to him. It was something he'd felt for a while, but had never been able to understand what it meant; it was something he'd never felt with Ginny before.

He was pretty sure it was love.

And so when he saw Hermione looking up straight into his eyes, her own filled with question, Harry knew exactly what to do.

As a second song came to an end; Harry did what he needed to do.

He bent his head down, and softly, carefully, and oh so tenderly, pressed his lips to Hermione's.

At first Hermione just froze, but after a moment, she relaxed and started kissing him back, hesitantly at first, unsure of herself, but quickly they both deepened the kiss.

Hermione didn't know what would happen after the kiss ended, and right then, she didn't care. Let it be awkward, let it be weird, let it even never be spoken of again, it was worth it for this. This feeling, this, this, bliss.

Eventually the kiss had to end, and it did.

In the silence that followed, both participants pondered where they were to go from here.
And as they held each other, neither of them really cared about the future. All that mattered was the now.

A/N: I'm not sure if I should continue this little idea or not, I know there's like, a million versions of the Dance scene from Deathly Hallows, but this is partially just me flexing my writing muscles and working on writing emotion.

Anyway, lemme know what you all think please. Should I try to continue? I'm thinking of trying to continue with some awkwardness on both their parts, just like I think would happen in real life. Also, should I add more description for the kiss? I'm not sure.

Thanks.