It was like being dipped in gold, swimming in a dream through fluffy white clouds. Like walking through ceiling-high walls of fire. Just in case it was a dream, Hermione shut her eyes, tight and kissed him like she would never get to again. Rain poured over their heads, wind whipping the sides of their faces numb. It was the type of kiss that they write entire movies for- the one at the end that makes the time spent watching worth it. The kind that makes a crowd whoop and holler because it's just that. fucking. good. 