Holiday gift fic for weasleyismyking
Title: Soft Blue Glow
Author: acidpop25
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny
Summary: In the soft blue glow of fairy lights...
A/N: For Cailin, weasleyismyking, because she rocks so hard I'll even write canon het for her. Yeah. She's that awesome. Merry Christmas, Cailin!
Music: "When The Stars Go Blue," Tyler Hilton & Bethany Joy Lenz
Harry smiled to himself over the rim of his wineglass, watching his best friends on the dance floor. In the soft blue glow of fairy lights against the night sky, Hermione's dress seemed to glow, a sweep of winter-white sheen that swirled gracefully around her, the flutter of her wedding veil over meticulously straightened hair. Her arms were around Ron's shoulders, and Harry caught a glimpse of the sleek, simple band that now adorned her finger as the couple turned. Harry inwardly congratulated Ron on not stepping on Hermione's feet (he wouldn't put it past her to have insisted he take dancing lessons for tonight), and as he watched, Ron leaned down to murmur something in her ear that made Hermione struggle to look disapproving before bursting into outright, open laughter, the sound ringing clear in the night air and bringing a grin to Ron's face. He pulled her close and kissed her, muffling her laughter against his lips, and Harry shook his head slightly and politely looked away.
"I could do without seeing my brother doing so much snogging," Ginny remarked, sitting down next to Harry with a glass of something girly-looking in hand. She, Harry thought privately, looked just as pretty as Hermione tonight, even if she was the bridesmaid and not the bride, dressed in elegant midnight blue. Harry chuckled and looped an arm around her shoulders, tucking her against his side, and Ginny reached and caught his hand in hers, running her fingertips over the frilly band of lace looped around Harry's wrist. She was silent, thoughtful, and Harry pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and inhaled the faint scent of strawberries that always seemed to cling to her brilliant red hair.
Ginny looked up at him; smiled, kissed his cheek.
"Come on," she said, pulling Harry to his feet, "let's dance."
Author: acidpop25
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny
Summary: In the soft blue glow of fairy lights...
A/N: For Cailin, weasleyismyking, because she rocks so hard I'll even write canon het for her. Yeah. She's that awesome. Merry Christmas, Cailin!
Music: "When The Stars Go Blue," Tyler Hilton & Bethany Joy Lenz
Harry smiled to himself over the rim of his wineglass, watching his best friends on the dance floor. In the soft blue glow of fairy lights against the night sky, Hermione's dress seemed to glow, a sweep of winter-white sheen that swirled gracefully around her, the flutter of her wedding veil over meticulously straightened hair. Her arms were around Ron's shoulders, and Harry caught a glimpse of the sleek, simple band that now adorned her finger as the couple turned. Harry inwardly congratulated Ron on not stepping on Hermione's feet (he wouldn't put it past her to have insisted he take dancing lessons for tonight), and as he watched, Ron leaned down to murmur something in her ear that made Hermione struggle to look disapproving before bursting into outright, open laughter, the sound ringing clear in the night air and bringing a grin to Ron's face. He pulled her close and kissed her, muffling her laughter against his lips, and Harry shook his head slightly and politely looked away.
"I could do without seeing my brother doing so much snogging," Ginny remarked, sitting down next to Harry with a glass of something girly-looking in hand. She, Harry thought privately, looked just as pretty as Hermione tonight, even if she was the bridesmaid and not the bride, dressed in elegant midnight blue. Harry chuckled and looped an arm around her shoulders, tucking her against his side, and Ginny reached and caught his hand in hers, running her fingertips over the frilly band of lace looped around Harry's wrist. She was silent, thoughtful, and Harry pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and inhaled the faint scent of strawberries that always seemed to cling to her brilliant red hair.
Ginny looked up at him; smiled, kissed his cheek.
"Come on," she said, pulling Harry to his feet, "let's dance."