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Gabrielle Delacour could not forget those emerald eyes she had seen during the time of her capture by the mer-folk. She has been staring at nowhere outside her window now, seemingly like forever.

Gabrielle sighed. She had been sighing all day, dreaming about her handsome prince. Along with him on many adventures.

She would always be some damsel in distress, he would always overcome all obstacles, fight his way towards saving her.

He would then succeed, and then carry her off towards the setting sun with only each other for company.

She sighed again.

"Oh, Harry," she thought.

Harry Potter sneezed. He instantly wiped his nose on his handkerchief and stowed it on his jacket pocket.

He looked at his gold watch, midnight. "It's Ron's turn," he thought.

He got up, bundling the blanket over himself. He had been sitting on the log for three hours, and yet he felt that he had been watching the snowy landscape like forever.

Dusting his clothes outside the tent, he looked for the last time at the oppressing weather. It had been snowing since six that evening, and yet the weather had not since abated.

Harry sighed. Their business with Voldemort's Horcruxes have come to this, their hunt for the soul receptacles have not been favorable for them.

Ever since Dumbledore died, all the responsibility of finishing off the Dark Lord have weighed more heavily on Harry's shoulders.

He sighed again, then entered the tent.

He found Ron sleeping on the top bunk, while Hermione was smiling lazily at Harry.

"Hi Harry," she said, twirling a lock of her hair around her index finger.

Harry gulped. Hermione had been flirting with him ever since they have gone on their quest. She had been doing it to him, well not when Ron was around.

Harry proceeded towards the bunks to wake Ron up.

"Ron, wake up. It's your watch," Harry said.

Harry suddenly felt hands over his lower limbs. Shivering slightly, he proceeded on waking Ron up.

"RON!"

"Huh! I'm up," Ron said, sitting up on the bunk.

"It's your turn to watch," Harry said, the hands slowly making their way up to his thighs.

"Yes, yes," mumbled Ron, proceeding to put on his clothes.

"Remember, stay alert. At three, wake me up," Harry said.

"Yeah, sure."

Ron grabbed his wand and some blankets, yawned and stretched a little, and then went outside mumbling about his beautiful, yet interrupted sleep, and how cold it is.

After Ron had gone out of the tent, Hermione attacked Harry's lips. They had been careful with their trysts, especially whenever Ron was around.

"I have missed this," said Hermione after some time. She was cuddled in Harry's arms, a small smile playing on her lips. Harry's hand was stroking her arm, they were both naked and only sharing a blanket.

Harry sighed, "Hermione, must we always be like this?"

Hermione looked at him curiously, "Why?"

"Could we just tell Ron all about it?"

"How do you think he would react to all of this?"

"I don't know," shrugged Harry.

"Well, there you go," said Hermione.

Harry sighed again, "Okay, you win. We'll tell him whenever you think it is time to do it."

Hermione smiled, "Of course, Harry."

She kissed him again on the lips, and scrounged around for her clothes. Harry proceeded to drift off to sleep.

"YOU AND HARRY!"

Harry awoke with a start. He scrounged for his glasses and slamming them to his face. Just in time to see a fist coming towards him. With his Quidditch reflexes, he dodged the fist and bringing his right fist upward into an upper cut, catching the would-be assailant on the chin.

"RON!" shouted Hermione. She hurried towards the bunk, attempting to help Ron, who was recovering on the floor. Ron waved her away, grabbed his wand, and went out of the tent.

Harry was about to go after him, when he remembered he was naked. There was a sharp crack outside, indicating someone just Disapparated, or someone Apparated.

Hermione had been outside the whole time, and she came in crying.

"He's gone, isn't he," asked Harry, one leg inside his pants.

Hermione nodded, sitting down by the table.

Harry finished dressing up, and went to her. He hugged her and calmed her down, uttering soothing sounds and stroking her back. After a while, he and Hermione packed their things and then went on to their journey.