She just wore a loose summery white dress and he wore loose black pants and a white shirt. She giggled and tucked a large pink daisy into his hair. He smirked and wove dozens of white daisies into her chocolate curls. She giggled and kissed him lightly on the nose. He smirked and kissed her hard and kept on kissing her as the wild fire in her chest grew until she felt like she would collapse from the feel and the joy and then he stopped, a large smirk on his face, his grey eyes sparkling. Hermione wished they could stay like this forever.