Chapter 35

                                    

                                          
If you can, not saying you need to, can you play "Apocalypse" by Cigarettes after Sex, please? I think it will go great with the actual ending of the book. I wasn't satisfied with the other one. :))
                          
P.S. do it when I mention pressing the radio on. Okay? okay. 
                          


                          
"Harry? Where are you?" You shouted. You set down the chocolate chip cookies you have just taken out of the oven on the countertop. You removed your oven mitts and turned to look at the newly wed couple cuddling on the couch. 
                          
"Hermione, Ron," you called, watching them turn their heads to look at you, "I'm going outside and checking on Harry, is that alright?" 
                          
"Of course it is," Hermione responded, grinning at you and her husband right next to her. "I'll stay here with Ron, making sure he doesn't finish the batch of cookies... again."
                          
"What?" He said, his mouth stuffed with cookie bits. "I'm hungry." 
                          
You chuckled and took off the apron you were wearing and set it on the comfy armchair on your way to the door. "I can still make more if the both of you will like," you called, opening the door and a fresh wind blowing your hair out of your face. 
                          
"Thanks," Ron responded, getting up from the couch and making his way towards the countertop, laughing at Hermione's smile while she shook her head. 
                          
You smiled and picked up your warm coat from the hanger before heading out to the chilly night. You put it on, hugging yourself, and stepped foot on the tall grass below you. You looked out into the forest, smiling as a familiar deer pranced along the blooming flowers before heading back deeper inside. You turned to look for Harry until you found him at the nearest hill. 
                          
You walked towards him, watching as how he was staring at the sky. A few soft crunches below your shoes and you were next to him. He was sitting on the ground, his legs extended below him with a slight grin on his face. 
                          
"Hi, Harry," you greeted, smiling at his slight smile. 
                          
"Hey love," he greeted back, he got up with a struggle from the ground. He removed some of the grass that glued to him like a magnet. He leaned down to kiss you. 
                          
"What are you doing here?" You asked, after sharing a few kisses with him. You looked around and the moonlight was right above the both of you, as if a huge spotlight. "It's cold out and I already made cookies... again." 
                          
"Ron keeps on eating them?" Harry asked while putting a piece of your hair behind your ear. 
                          
"You betcha," you responded, smiling at him. 
                          
"Well, to answer your question," he said, grabbing your hand and taking something out of his pocket. It was a little radio that he had snuck from the cabin you both agreed to stay in. "I wanted to play a little song." 
                          
You chuckled because it was ridiculous, he doesn't know how to dance, at all. "Haribo, you suck at dancing," you laughed, watching as how in the moonlight, his scarlet face was still visible. 
                          
"Oh, shut up," he joked, grabbing your hands and twirling you around. 
                          
You laughed and he pressed play on the radio. A soft piano and some other instruments were playing softly in it. He twirled you around once more and placed his hand on your waist. The other was comfortingly grasped with your hand. You placed one hand on his broad shoulder and smiled at him. 
                          
The both of you swayed perfectly with the music. The moonlight hitting the both of you perfectly, as if it was destined that you were supposed to dance together. You smiled when Harry started to hum to the song, his deep voice trailing off into the night air.