Day twenty-one; war
Ron`s head whipped around quickly, too quick in fact, for him to properly see what was going on around him. Not that he wanted to, anyway. With the war raging on from all sides, the only sight her could bear to see was Hermione, who was clutching to his hand.
"Keep moving!" Ron yelled at her, though they were only a few feet apart. She nodded as he pulled her through the crowd of battling students. Neither stopped to fight thought, being on a mission.
"Down here" Hermione observed, stopping and turning abruptly, sending pain shooting up Ron`s arm. She hurried down a stair case and turned into a familiar looking door. The girl`s toilets.
"How do we get in?" Ron asked, surveying Hermione who, by the looks of it, was deep in thought. She tapped her foot as she muttered something to herself that Ron couldn't decipher.
"Why don't we just shatter the sink?" she asked, looking up at Ron with a triumphant glow in her eyes. Taking out her wand, she flicked it and, with a loud bang, sent pieces of the sink flying. Ron ducked, grabbing Hermione`s arm and pulling her down with him. When the dust cleared, the pair stood up.
"Ladies first" Ron smiled, gesturing for Hermione to take the lead. She nodded and jumped into the hole. Ron laughed to himself as he prepared to follow.
"I wasn't serious" he muttered, before launching himself after Hermione.