Hermione excitedly pushed open the tenth door expecting to see a kitchen bustling with house-elves---instead to her surprise, the room erupted into a shimmering vision of a lovely garden in golden blooms. Unfolding before her was a stunning display of every flower imaginable; daffodils, magnolias, daisies, poppies, wisterias, roses… It was so beautiful; to turn away was just impossible.
And so Hermione set off along the winding ornamental path, the fairy lights twinkling with her every step, to an alley covered over by iron arches on which climbing roses grow.
She found herself marveling at the soft foliage of pastel flowers gently waiving in the breeze while the rustling of the ornamental grasses kept her soothed. It was truly a paradise.
On the right side of the garden was a small naturalistic pond where water lilies freely float and dragonflies hover around. Over the pond was a Japanese inspired bridge leading to the other side of the garden where a magnificent floral cascade surrounded a stone statue.
Hermione crossed the bridge to have a closer look at the sculpture. It was a statue of Cupid aiming with his bow and arrow. The inscription below indicated: Cupid's Orchard.
Hermione's heart leaped in excitement. She had read about this room. She knew about Cupid's Orchard. This could only mean that the one she was romantically destined to be with is at the party.
Could it be Viktor? No, it couldn't be, she thought. Sure he was nice to her and all and she could certainly feel his sincere affections for her but that's about it. It was simply a one-sided thing. She thought she could learn to look at Viktor in a romantic light, that's why she accepted his invite to the party, but the night only proved that she can't force herself into feeling something she just doesn't feel. That would be unfair to both Viktor and her. Surely Cupid knows about that.
Well then could it be Harry? No, that would be ridiculous. What she and Harry have is purely platonic. There was no doubt about it. Harry has always been and will always be just a friend to her. Cupid knows about that too right?
Oh well maybe it's someone I'll be meeting for the first time tonight, thought Hermione. But the possibility of that didn't exactly made her happy because in her heart she knew that the one she so wanted to be on the room with her is most probably at the burrow, snapping at poor Pigwidgeon.
Just then the creaking sound of the door opening jerked Hermione out of her thoughts.
She held her breath.
Someone was entering Cupid's Orchard.
Hermione's heart was racing to see who it was---and when she did, she couldn't believe it.
No, apparently he wasn't back at the burrow. He was right there before her, just the two of them at Cupid's Orchard.
It was Ron.
Cupid surely knows his business, thought Hermione happily.