Her foot taps out an anxious tune against the damp stone floor as she stares down at the golden cup. It looks fragile and innocent when juxtaposed with the eerie chamber, but sheer evil radiates from it in almost palpable waves. Part of her, terrified of the insecurities it might dredge up to throw at her, wishes she were alone for this, even as the rational part of her mind tells her that it would be too dangerous to face it without backup.
She needs someone with her to ensure she doesn't get sucked underwater.
"The quicker you do it, the easier it is," he whispers, acting as her anchor to the outside world.
Nodding, she kneels and, steeling herself against the coming onslaught, raises the fang above her head.
A/N: Challenges:
Hogwarts Writing Club Competition – prompt: Fang
Character Versatility Challenge – prompts: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley