Harry Potter was about to face a dragon. One would think that it would be quite worrying and foremost in his mind. However, Harry had more important things to think about, namely a very pretty witch named Hermione Granger.
You see, as Harry had been pacing and worrying in champion's tent, Hermione, ignoring the rules, came barging in to be with him before his turn. They sat together, Hermione holding onto Harry's hand, glaring at anyone who looked like they would question her. Eventually, it was just the two of them in the tent. They listened as the other champions fought their dragon, neither really sure what to say. So, they sat in silence until Harry's name was called.
Harry stood up; he nervously ran his hand through his hair. He gave once last glance at Hermione and walked towards the tent flap. Right before Harry walked out of the tent, Hermione grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Before he could ask why, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and pushed him out of the tent. Harry stood in the door for a second, completely dazed before he shook himself and walked out to face the dragon, grinning like a complete idiot.