Hermione Granger was sleeping in the tent, wondering where Harry Potter, one of her best friends, was. All of a sudden, he called her name. She got out of bed sleepily.
"Hermione, look who I found," Harry said. She saw the freckled face of Ron Weasely, who had left them in October.
"Ron!" Hermione squealed, running toward him at full speed. They became locked in a big hug.
"Hermione, I found the sword of Gryffindor in the bottom of a small pond," Harry said. "When I jumped in to get it, the locket tightened around my neck. Ron—" he gestured, "pulled me out. He was about to destroy the locket…"
"Ron! Stab it!" Harry cried. A great black cloud was swarming out of the locket. Harry shouted for him to stab the locket again and again.
"I have seen your heart, Ronald Weasly, and it is mine. Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter. Least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend," said a voice from the locket. Harry shouted again for Ron to destroy the locket. Suddenly, Harry and Hermione's faces, strangely distorted, rose from the Horcrux. They taunted Ron, even kissed, until, with a huge grunt, Ron split the locket.
"and we came back afterward," Harry finished. Hermione looked at Ron for a second, and then kissed him full on the mouth.