It had taken longer to find Hermione than Ron had thought. George had been right, she looked like she was in love with Neville seeing as she was fast asleep on a huge canary's shoulder.

"Bloody hell, why did I do this?" He asked himself as he leaned over Hermione's sleeping form and placed a drop of the cure potion on each of her eyes. After a few moments of letting his courage build up, Ron gently shook her awake.

Hermione blinked a few times. "Ron? What's going on? Why are we in the forest?" She then caught sight of the large yellow bird sleeping next to her. "What the –"

Ron leaned down and kissed Hermione deeply, cutting off her last question. "I'll explain everything…someday, but for now, let's get you back up to the castle, and warm you up."

"Okay, but one question, why was I asleep on a canary?"

Slowly, Ron helped her to her feet. "Actually, that's Neville, and I really don't know."

"Neville?!" Hermione said as Ron led her away. "Tell me how I came to be here this night."