The two of them crept along the bushes by the lake.
"Get down!" Draco whispered as he grabbed hold of Hermione's hand and ducked behind the greenery. Hermione peeked through the bushes, and caught a glimpse of herself sitting against that tree, book in lap, eyes on Malfoy. She saw Harry turn to her, and she knew that he was asking her what she thought Dumbledore meant by something or another.
She looked down at her hand, which Draco still had a hold of, then glanced up at him. He seemed to realize that he was still holding onto her hand and let go quickly; looking embarrassed, he turned his attention back to the scene that was replaying in front them.
Draco rummaged through his pockets for a moment.
"Can you hold onto this for me?" He asked, handing her the mystical object by its delicate silver chain. She nodded and took it from him, putting it around her neck and hiding it beneath her robes, just as she'd done all of her third year.
Draco stood up tentatively, so as not to be seen. Hermione took advantage of the fact that no one was around to see her slyly staring up at him.
"On three," he whispered, eyes staring into the distance. He raised his wand.
"One," he whispered, then paused. "Two," then as he shot a red streak into the sky, he whispered "Three!"
They both took off running.