Chuck and Sarah (Chuck)
Harry and Hermione stood in front of the large metal object, each with their wands out. As Hermione paced back and forth muttering spells to herself, Harry walked around the small wooden box feeling every surface. The loud beeping coming from the small timer affixed to the metal object made Harry's heart race as he touched every piece of the wood.
There must be a way out. There must be a way out.
Harry could feel the panic rising in his throat. He and Hermione had been unable to apparate out of the wooden box and it was rapidly feeling like a coffin. The metal object, unless Harry was very much mistaken (and somehow he didn't think he was) looked like a muggle bomb with a timer set to expire in thirty seconds. For all the skills he and Hermione had learned in school and at the Ministry, bomb diffusing was not covered and none of Hermione's spells seemed to change the ever-ticking time in the slightest. Harry glanced again at the bright red timer. Twenty-five seconds.
"We're doomed," Harry said, sinking to his knees.
"There must be a way," Hermione muttered, keeping her eyes on the bomb.
"We don't always have to be saved," Harry retorted, annoyed that Hermione seemed to preserve despite the obvious inevitability of their situation.
"We won't be unless we save ourselves," Hermione bit back.
Twenty seconds.
"Seriously, it's useless," Harry sighed, putting his head in his hands. He heard shuffling and looked up to see Hermione glaring at him.
"The least you could do is help," Hermione scolded. Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Like I'd come up with anything you didn't," he said, making Hermione blush.
Fifteen seconds.
Harry stood up and walked to Hermione.
Ten seconds.
"It was nice knowing you," he said, a wry smile on his face. Hermione laughed dryly.
Five seconds.
Harry closed his eyes and listened to the beeping of the timer. Any second now, the famous Harry Potter would be deceased in this stupid wooden box.
One second.
Harry felt Hermione's hands on his neck the moment before he felt her lips on his. Without thinking, he put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He felt her grabbing his shirt and his neck as she furiously kissed him. His mouth opened and he involuntarily groaned as he felt the length of her pressed against him.
At the same moment that Harry realized no bomb had gone off, he felt Hermione still beneath him. They slowly pulled their lips apart before breaking apart entirely.
"Good news is that we're not dead," Hermione said looking at the large metal object that looked a lot more innocent on this side of the timer. "Bad news is that this is slightly awkward."
Harry grinned. "Perfectly comfortable from where I'm standing," he said.
A/N: I own nothing.