A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #6 Spell Origins- Task #1:Write a fic where both Lumos and Nox are used accordingly.

Word Count: 547

Tracey had nearly gotten away. She could hear the zombie shambling behind her. Her eyes darted around, searching for any place she could squeeze into, anywhere where she would be safe. She spotted a small opening, one that would lead down to the sewers. Making a judgment call, she ran over there. She slipped down the crack, landing with a soft 'splash'. She felt her ankle twist as she landed.

"Ow! Watch what you're doing!" a voice yelled. Tracey became very aware her foot was on top of something. The space was dark. Tracey pulled out her wand.

"Lumos," she whispered. The first thing she saw was a pair of brown eyes right in front of her.

"Nox!" the other person yelled. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? You want them to find us?"

"Sorry, sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry I landed on you. Are you alright?"

"I'm okay, I think? You?"

"I think my ankle might be twisted."

"I'd tell you to sit,but you chose the smallest chamber in this system. There was a cave in sometime since the war. We're both kind of trapped here. That opening is the only way in or out."

"We could blast the collapsed wall?" Tracey suggested.

"And risk them hearing? No. Maybe you'll be able to help me climb out in the morning. It's going to be dark soon. Neither of us should be out after sunset. Not unless you want to be zombie food."

"No, I don't. I'm Tracey by the way. I think I recognized you when I turned on the light. We went to school together?"

"We did, I was in Gryffindor. Hermione."

"Right, I remember you being really smart, and cute," Tracey replied, blushing brightly in the darkness. She was thankful Hermione couldn't see her.

"You sat behind me in potions? Blond hair, long plait?"

"Yes."

"At least I'm stuck down here with someone who doesn't hate me," Hermione laughed.

"Of course, I don't hate you. Right now, you're keeping me sane. I've been working at the lab, trying to find a cure to the virus, or whatever is turning people. I got caught outside during lock down. There must have been a breech. All my research..."

"You could use my lab?" Hermione suggested. "Well, once we get out of here."

"You have a lab? A fully equipped lab?"

"Yes, well, technically... Okay, it belonged to Snape. He's dead, I needed it."

"Great! With the two of us, and his lab, maybe we can figure out a way to solve this!" Tracey exclaimed. "I could kiss you, Hermione! This is amazing!"

"Then why don't you?" Hermione asked.

"Why don't I what?"

"Kiss me," Hermione answered. Tracey smiled, moving her head in the dark. She could sort of see the silhouette of Hermione's head. She leaned in, her lips finding Hermione's. She had never thought a kiss could taste so much like strawberries, but it did. The pair parted for a moment, before resuming. Tracey leaned against Hermione, finally falling asleep on her shoulder. Hermione closed her eyes, her hand sliding into Tracey's. In the morning, they would slip out of here, get to the lab, and maybe, just maybe, be able to use their brilliant minds to finally find a solution.