Disclaimer: if you wonder about plot holes and crappy romance, ask JKR. She owns the Harry Potter series, not me.
Upon one of those unnamed nights, after the redheaded friend storms out of the tent, they huddle close together to keep themselves warm.
"D'you want to forget?" Her mouth hovers above his face, her breath hot on his skin.
"'s no point" He whispers, his head a tad woozy with her scents . Unthinking, he leans in closer. "I will not get out of this alive anyway."
He dares not move. His reckless, irresponsible words are followed by nought but the clock ticking.
Waiting. Hoping. Unrelenting.
In slow motion, she pulls away, or so he surmises. Warmth still envelops him, if not hesitating for a millisecond, before her hand reaches up to take off his glasses and toss them to some corner of the dark tent. He doesn't hear the soft crunching of broken glass. He can barely think, the remaining tendrils of his consciousness clutching at the fact that she stays.
She mutters something like "fix it later" and kisses him lightly on the lips. He closes his eyes, trapping the moment in his memory. His senses sharpened unbidden, he becomes acutely aware of her hands fumbling at the back of his neck.
"This world is already one big Hell." She lets out a shrill laugh and falls silent, her eyes transfixed on the letter P on his jumper. He holds his breath, fear coursing through his body, intensifying the residue of tingles on his lips. As if hearing his silent pleading, she tilts her head up to look at him. Her face breaks into a playful grin, another laugh, more genuine this time, tumbling into the painful silence. She holds his gaze, once more, with utmost tenderness; he is mesmerized.
First pellets of rain latch on the roof. He doesn't so much as blink.
But that is enough time for her mouth to land on his in a swift moment.
She lingers a little longer. " Don't be daft! I 'll be damned if I stay in this Hell without you."
She then moves to stand up from his bunk bed, but he, in total panic, catches her wrist, snaking his arms around her waist, keeping her close.
"Then to Hell with you I go," says he huskily before he captures her lips for the first time in a deep kiss.
They finally pulls apart for air, foreheads collapsing into each other.
She gasps, "shouldn't forget"
He shrugs, "shouldn't remember either!"
She beams at him, and he revels in the feel of her body flush against him...
Who bloody cares?
They are in Hell, and he never feels better.