Ron sat there until he couldn't help but fall asleep. He spent the remaining 10 minutes of the night reliving all his moments with Hermione, each disappearing as the seconds went by. Even though he was asleep, he could feel his heart emptying more and more until it felt like an empty hole, heavy, but still empty. His eyes let a warm tear escape amongst his dreaming.
"Won Won!" Ron groaned as he reluctantly sat up from his brief sleep. He opened his eyes after letting out a very loud, large yawn.
"Lavender?"
"Isn't it such a beautiful morning?" Ron looked around at the sun glistening inbetween the bark and the deep green leaves above him. He never realised how beautiful the forest was. He used to come here a lot, but it was always night and the moon didn't exactly brighten it up much.
"Yeah. I guess it is." At that moment he looked next to him and saw Hermione lying down on a pile of leaves, twigs and grass facing away from him.
"What's she doinghere?" whined Lavender.
"I-"
"That doesn't matter now, we can leave little miss lazy over there alone while we have some fun"
"Um-"
"Come on!" squealed Lavender exitedly as she took Ron's hands and helped him up.
"Where are we g-"
"You'll see" Lavender led him behind a tree and kissed him. When she finally stopped Ron looked really shocked, almost scared, almost. Lavender giggled as she stretched her arms behind her back and looked Ron directly in the eye.
Hermione woke up with a terrible headache. "Ugh" she sat up with a one hand on her head and looked around her to see if Ron was anywhere in sight. When she couldn't see him she shot up immediately. "Ron?! ROOOONN!" Her voice echoed back to her, almost tormenting her. She ran as fast as she could further into the forest in search of him. She hadn't run far when she saw golden wavy hair from the side of a tree. That's when she heard an all-too-familiar giggle. She didn't have to keep running to guess what was happening. Oh how she wanted to march up to them and slap Lavender around the face with all her might. Oh how she wanted give that Ronald Weasley a piece of her mind. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she just fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands. The tears fell like a never-ending waterfall, a never-ending waterfall of pain.
"Hello Granger." Hermione turned around immediately and shuffled backwards as quickly as she could until she hit her head on the back of a tree. Draco smirked and walked slowly towards her.
"What do you want Malfoy?!" He kept walking towards her while his smirk grew until his feet were merely centimeters away from her knees. He looked down at her still smirking as her face of utter fear remained the same. "If you're here to do deatheater duties then get it over and done with. I know I can't fight you off so don't bother waiting for me to get my wand out!" At this Draco chuckled and shook his head.
"If I were here to harm you I would've done it already."
"Then what do you want?!" Draco ignored her question for the second time and reached out a hand. Hermione looked at his hand and then at his eyes unsure whether to take it or not. Draco rolled his eyes and said
"I know, I know. Don't trust a Slytherin, especially one that's a deatheater ... so are you gonna take it?" Hermione glared at him suspiciously and took his hand. Draco helped her up and took a few steps back.
"This isn't right. Malfoy's don't help muggle-borns, not without anything in return!"
"Well...there is one thing..."
"Spit it out!" "Help me get my revenge on weasel. I know you want to. For all the times he's broken your heart. For that time in first year when he made you cry and almost got you killed by a troll. Or even for what he's doing right now."
"I can't-" "
Sure you can"
"But how?"
"We make him disappear"