Hermione Granger sat cross-legged in the tall grass, beside the cold waters of the black lake. She sat in silence until Ron Weasley came up from behind her, slipping one arm around her waist. “Oh, Ronald. You scared me. What are you doing down here? You’re supposed to be helping Harry with his speech!” Ron dropped his head onto Hermione’s shoulder. “Ah, well, the famous Harry Potter does not need any help writing his speech, and thinks it wise of Ron Weasley to spend time with his lovely girlfriend, instead!” Hermione laughed. “Alright, then. If Harry Potter insists.”