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Ron Weasley
Adrenaline coursed through Hermione's petite body as she slid down the pipe and landed in the large cistern. The floor was still littered with bleached bones as Harry had described years before. A shiver crawled up her spine as the brittle bones snapped and crunched under her trainers. Ron landed hard on the floor behind her and stood up quickly, brushing bits of bones and dust from his robes.
"It hasn't changed any." The redhead commented. "Shall we go?"
They sprinted up the tunnel until they reached the cave in caused by Lockheart's backfired obliviate spell. The gap in the rubble had been created for Harry and Ginny when they had been very young and the two 7th years had to dig out more of the rocks. Soon they were through the cave in and reached the main chamber.
The basilisk had been nibbled on by rodents and the remainder had putrefied. Years of still air choked the brunette but Ron pressed on, wrinkling his nose. The redhead approached the skull of the giant snake and gripped the unbroken fang. He placed a large foot on the cranium and wrenched hard, careful to keep the sharp tip from accidentally scratching his skin. Hermione took the tooth from Ron and laid the cup on the floor. Before the shard of Voldemort's soul could pick at her frazzled mind, she plunged the makeshift weapon into the metal.
The destruction of the soul was violent, whipping the air of the room and knocking the teens to the floor. Finally it was all over and they climbed to their feet. The brunette looked at the smoking and melted horcrux and giggled a little maniacally.
"You got it." Ron ran his filthy and through his hair and scoffed disbelievingly.
Hermione felt lighter after the destruction of the cup and looked at the lanky redhead in front of her. It wasn't a conscious choice to throw herself at the taller man, but she found herself in his arms, pressing her lips to his. Ron for his part, handled the unexpected situation gracefully, holding her to his chest and kissing her back. The brunette came to herself and realized what she was doing, pulling away and began nibbling on her bottom lip.
"Sorry. Probably should get back." She mumbled embarrassedly and lowered her arms from where they had twined around Ron's neck.
He nodded and gripped her hand so they ran back towards the pipe into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. As they ran, Hermione knew she shouldn't have done what she had, but recognized she might not have to deal with it if they didn't survive the battle.