"Harry! Ron!" Hermione shouted, looking for them through the fog. The cold evening air blew and there was a considerable heightened rush at climbing in the fast declining number of the carriages.
Secretly, Hermione wished Harry and Ron found a carriage by themselves, but that was impossible. They were, after all, the Golden Trio, inseparable. She also knew that the reason she couldn't find them at all despite her determination was because instead of looking for a dark-haired boy and redheaded, freckled guy, her eyes were searching a smirking, blonde figure.
There was a jerk from her robes from behind and she was gripped in panic. She turned around and found herself carried off the ground and suddenly inside the carriage.
For some unfathomable reason her head was against a strong, warm chest wearing a green and silver tie.
She snuggled closer, a smile making its way slowly across her face.
