Just one dance. [Fanfiction - Hermione Granger and Charlie Weasley]

Epilogue - Just one dance.

"Please Hermione, just one dance." With a mischievous smile, Charlie Weasley stood in front of her and held out a hand.

Hermione couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked again today. You would think she would have gotten used to it after all this time, but that wasn't the case. The sight of him always took her breath away. Today he was wearing black muggle suit trousers, new black dragon leather shoes and a white shirt. As so often, he had undone the first two buttons of his shirt. After all, the evening was already long and at some point you can get too warm even in a tie and jacket. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and there were new cuts and burns on his forearms. She had already gotten used to that, if you had a partner who worked with dragons, you had to be able to cope with it. She was glad that he had always come back with all his limbs intact. He had only lost his typical Weasley red hair twice so far due to a small fire accident... At least it's growing back. In the beaming face in front of her, she not only saw his freckles, which she knew by heart by now, she had looked at them so often. He had also left his three-day beard for today, even though Molly had been strictly against it. Hermione was glad he had, though. She loved his beard, just like everything else about him.

She looked into the coffee-brown eyes of the man in front of her and sank into them, as she had done so many times before. She had had him by her side for four years now.
She couldn't believe her luck. For a few seconds, she looked into his eyes again, until she took his hand with a broad grin.

"So, what's the deal? Didn't we want to dance?" Charlie didn't need to be told twice, he pulled Hermione towards him, put his hand on her hip and began to dance with her. Charlie was a really good dancer and by now she had used this talent enough. She loved dancing with him. When he spun her to the slow music, she felt like she was weightless. It felt as if his arms were made for her or as if she had been poured into them.
She leaned against him and rested her chin on his shoulder. She was so caught up in the moment, she had barely noticed that he had pulled her even closer to him and placed his cheek against hers. As they moved slowly to the music, she breathed in his scent. He smelled so good, she could smell him again and again, it was beguiling every time. She lost herself completely in the moment, it felt like an eternity. It felt as if she was alone with him in this world, as if they were in their own impenetrable bubble.
What she felt was so intense. It was so little, it was just a dance, a touch, his smell, his arms, but it felt like so much. She thought of all the experiences she had shared, of the many beautiful moments, of her decision to move to Romania. As she lay in his arms, she thought back to their time together and still couldn't believe her happiness. Why hadn't they found each other sooner? How had she even deserved him? It didn't really matter, because all that mattered was that she was now lying in his arms. Her love for him was the most intense she had ever felt and she wanted to savor every second of it.
As the song came to an end, they carefully moved away from each other and it felt like a part of her was suddenly missing, even though he was standing right in front of her. Her body felt several degrees cooler as soon as they were no longer touching.

"Thanks for the dance, sweetheart," Charlie smiled at her. And that smile captivated her again and he still managed to give Hermione goosebumps, make her heart beat faster and her stomach tingle.
"I have to thank you," she returned his smile. She already missed his touch, even though he was still standing right in front of her. How could anyone be so in love after such a long time? She stood in front of him and this time she knew that this moment would not be a one-off. He would make her heart race again and again, give her goose bumps like he had done so many times before and her stomach would never quite get used to his presence.

"Somehow I'm having deja vu," Hermione grinned at the thought of their first dance together. The dance that had started it all.

"Right, me too. But it wasn't our own wedding then," and with a mischievous smile he kissed his newly wedded wife.

"I love you Charlie Granger." "And I love you Hermione. I love you first with every breath that i take."