Dawn
Hermione sat at the Astronomy Tower, looking out the window at the crack of dawn. Suddenly she felt a pair of strong arms wrapping themselves around her, and she leaned back, already knowing whose chest she was resting on.
"What's wrong love"
Hermione sighed and looked at the red sky.
"What would you say if I told you that I'm afraid of dawn"
Hermione felt Draco's chest shake with laughter and hung her head, letting her long curls cover her blushing hair.
"Why would you be afraid of something so beautiful"
"The tears of a dragon," Hermione said angrily, "are the loveliest things in the world. They shine with a bright light of their own, and reflect your heart's inner most desires. The mirror of Erised is coated on them. Yet one drop is enough to kill you within milliseconds of ingesting it"
"How do you know this stuff?" Draco sighed, "I swear, you make me feel stupid! Even Dumbledore doesn't know as much as you do! But, anyway, why are you afraid of dawn"
Hermione closed her eyes.
"Some people are afraid of what the new day might bring. Well, I'm not. I'm afraid dawn will never end, and we'll be stuck in a never-ending night. I'm afraid of no new days coming. I'm afraid of the nothingness the sameness would bring"
Draco tried to make sense of what his girlfriend had just said, but could not.
"What"
"I'm afraid," repeated Hermione, "that after a long night all we'll ever have again is an even longer night"
Draco looked out the window and saw the slowly-raising sun. He sighed and kissed the top of Hermione's head.
"Soot it will be morning again, Mya, I swear."
Hermione bit her lip and nodded. Suddenly Draco had an idea. He stood up and pulled Hermione up with him. He covered Hermione's eyes and led her for a while, leaving Hermione unknowing to where they were heading. Finally they stopped and Draco allowed her to see again.
Hermione gasped. They were standing by the lake, with the sun still slowly making its way up. It was the most relaxing, romantic thing she'd ever seen. Hermione turned around and threw her arms around Draco. Draco smiled and hugged her back.
"Do you still think dawn is scary?" he whispered in her ear.
Hermione shook her head, smiling.
"Not scary. Maybe a bit concerning and mischievous. Like a certain Slytherin I know. Maybe a bit dangerous at times, but not scary. Never."