In a hurry to go back in their own things, salutations were quickly thrown left and right between the newly weds and friends, hands were shaken, backs were clapped, promises of brunches and dinners exchanged, and eventually it was just to two of them, standing in the international travel lobby in a comfortable yet awkward silence. His skin had not truly committed to a full tan, she doubted skin this pale could ever become anything that a light shade of creme, but there was redness spreading on his forehead, the tip of his nose as well as the tip of his ears. Somehow, his blond hair seemed even paler, probably due to the sun exposure. On the other hand, Hermione knew that her skin sported a golden glow similar to the one after her teenage summers spent in France. 