Her heart felt like it was breaking. Seeing the two of them together like that was absolutely devastating.
Hermione sat in a corner and wept. She was loosing her best friend, and probably the only other person besides Harry who truly knew her. Sure, the Order Members were close, but not as close as the three of them were; her, Harry, and Ron were like siblings.
Lately, she and Ron had been getting into more fights. This was, perhaps, the final act. She could not take it anymore.
Suddenly, someone was beside her. Hermione did not want to look up to have someone see her crying, but figured that perhaps they already knew.
It was Zacharias Smith. The other boy she had considered asking to the party. She had foolishly chosen Cormac McLaggen instead, but wished she could have chosen Smith. He would at least have been more of a gentleman.
And here he was, offering her goblet to drink. "Here," he said, pushing it into her hands. Hermione wasn't thinking properly, and just washed the entire thing down her throat. A small bit dribbled down the side of her face, but she was paying too much attention to the awful taste that was on her tongue.
"What was that I just drank?" she asked, her nose scrunching up in disgust.
Zacharias smiled. "That was wine. Sorry, I could only grab the cheapest thing Slughorn had stashed away." He leant in close and Hermione felt her breath hitch. His tongue stuck out and lapped the excess wine up from the bottom of her neck.
Hermione shivered. It felt absolutely wonderful. She lifted her hand to the back of his head and guided his face so his lips were against her own.
It was complete and utter bliss.