They flew together, huddled beneath the safety of the invisibility cloak, a broomstick across their knees.
"Lucky twins." Thought Ginny.
It was cold, and the trio were shivering, stupidly they had forgotten to grab cloaks or coats on their way out. Mind you, they had snuck out right under Mrs. Weasly's nose. She'd gone to bed late and they'd gone out Ron's window, but still...
It was quite a long flight and they had ceased talking long ago. Harry vaguely wondered if Hermione would even be awake.
The shimmering lights of London had come into view; it was just a matter of navigating themselves to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Ow Ron, that was my shoulder!"
"Ginny, shut-up!"
And there they were, on the ledge, Fred and George had already arrived and were staking out Hermione's room.
Hermione stretched and yawned. She was quite tired and decided that it was probably time for bed. Totally oblivious to the possie outside her window, she fed and brushed Crookshanks, pulled her blankets down and plumped up her pillow. She grabbed her clothes and went into the dingy bathroom, intending to brush her teeth.
George gestured to Harry. He climbed silently through the window and sat down on the edge of her bed. The others were crowded around outside under the invisibility cloak, he couldn't see them, but he knew they were there and was thankful for the comfort they were unknowingly presenting him with.
Hermione walked out of her bathroom, pyjamas now on, she had brushed her hair and to Harry looked perfect, in all her natural beauty.
She saw him there and didn't seem surprised to see him; in fact, she sat down next to him, silently, watching.
"Hermione, I..."
She put a finger to his lips, "I know." She whispered.
Their lips met and in the glorious moonlight, they melded into one.