Later that day, Ron and Hermione went out to the lake to spend time together. They brought a huge blanket along with them, spread it out on the grass, and laid on it, their hands finding each other's and interlocking fingers.
"What have you been up to?" Ron asked Hermione. Hermione shrugged, "Oh nothing. The usual. I've been reading up on house elf history, thats all."
Ron laughed. "Still haven't given up on spew yet, have you?"
"Its S.P.E.W., and no, I don't think I ever will," Hermione smirked. She rested her head on his chest and they watched the sun set. Soon, it became dark.
"Up for swimming, Hermione?" Ron stood up and stretched. He led her to the edge of the grass.
"Oh, I don't think I - RON!" She exclaimed as Ron pushed her into the lake, jumping in right after her. Hermione came above the water and shivered. "Ronald Weasley! When I get my hands on you.."
"You can do that anytime, m'dear," Ron grinned. Hermione laughed and splashed him. Suddenly, something white jerked Hermione below the surface. Ron thought she was just playing, but when she didn't come up for a few minutes, he became worried. "Hermione?" He asked aloud. "HERMIONE?" He saw something white sliver beneath the water and shrieked. "HERMIONE!"