"It's already gone to my head, dear. Don't you worry." This whole getting married thing had been her idea. Her very good idea, and she was looking forward to reminding him of it for the rest of their lives. Anniversaries were going to be fun.
Suddenly she was kissing him back, deeply. Something she might not have done so easily on the streets of Hogsmeade where she generally tired to look at least semi-professional. It was nice, only receiving the sorts of stares that questioned their propriety and not the fact that the one she was kissing was a werewolf. Being with Muggles really did have its benefits.
"I think," she said during a break. "That the hotel would now become the best course of action." Before this turned into more of a public display.