Similarly, if Hermione thought about it, she'd never really noticed how attractive Ernie was before. She'd always liked him, but since the war- well, he seemed to have changed slightly. Like all of them. He was grown up, he'd grown into himself. So much so that she was surprised there weren't girls lining up around the corner for a chance with him.
"I'm glad you- we should- I'm glad-" she stammered, drawing in several deep breaths. Her heart skipped rapidly as Ernie leant forward, letting out a happy little squeak when their lips finally met. She felt sparks all through her, prickling, tingling all the way through her body. Lifting her free hand, Hermione touched her fingers gently to the back of Ernie's head, encouraging, wanting to hold him close.