Harry's plan was quite simple. Go out with each of them, then make your decision. They threw a Knut in the air, and Ron got first dibs. After you had gotten through with all your bathroom essentials, you tore your closet apart to find the perfect outfit for the evening.
Finally after countless searching you settled on some worn out jeans, and a blue/green turtleneck tank top. You shoved your feet in your shoes, then went down to the Great Hall. Ron's back was to you as he was studying the night's sky on the ceiling.
You studied what he was wearing, you sighed mentally with relief that he had also decided to go casual for the date. "Hey," you piped up. He spun around, his fiery red hair dangling in his face. "Hi, you look great Guin." He was smiling incredulously. "Well," you giggled stupidly. You kind of wanted to slap yourself for that. Acting like a total preppy wasn't going to get anything done for tonight.
"I do what I can," you added with a shrug. His smile broadened, "If I may escort you, I have set up a very lovely picnic on the grounds." He offered you his arm, which of course you took. The nervousness thankfully seemed to be melting away, and when the two of you reached the hillside, you could see the candles hovering over a checkered blanket.
It was all set beautifully by the Black Lake. You entwined your fingers with his, and put your mouth close to his ear. "Race ya!" You throttled full speed to the ending of the hill, and before your foot could make it to the blanket Ron made a grab for your leg, making you squeal.
You lunged at the ground turning over to see him reaching for you again. He began to tickle your ribs, as your face turned deep crimson from holding in the laughter. He rolled over next to you, turning to get something out of the basket. "Want some grape juice?" he asked. You nodded. The lid popped off of the bottle spewing on the blanket, Ron pretended not to see that as he poured the drink into two champagne glasses.
"Here you are mademoiselle." "Thank you, good sir." You both tapped your glasses as you took a nice deep sip, letting the flavor of the bubbles linger on your tongue. You felt a bit more brave, and leaned your head on his shoulder. His arm tightened around you, as he gently kissed your hair.
"I really care about you Guin." You snuggled closer into his chest, hearing his heart pound a mile a minute. "I care about you too Ron." He tilted your head to meet his halfway.
But you never felt his pouty lips on yours, his warmth to cover you. All that happened was a flash of light, a terrible smell, then nothing but darkness.
Hours later in the hospital wing, Hermione and Harry were sitting around Ron. Hoping to see a sign for him to wake up. All at once they got their wish as Ron sat up like a bullet. His eyes were still droopy, "Where's Guinevere?" Hermione looked at him sadly. "Someone's taken her, the ministry has aurors all over it."
Ron shook his head, putting it in his hands. "I was there I should've been able to protect her." Hermione then shook her head. "It wouldn't have been possible for you. That spell would've put a Hippogriff asleep. The weird thing is it was newly created no one but the Minister of Magic has access to the incantation."
Ron sighed ignoring Hermione's accusations. But turned instead to look at Harry, who hadn't spoken one word to either one of his friends yet. He was just sitting there looking into space. And Ron felt too responsible for all this pain to interrupt Harry.
"Are there any other clues, maybe something left behind?" Harry finally found his place to speak. His voice trembled as he spoke, "They found nothing, except one of Guin's shoes." He nodded to the table where one of your high tops were sitting lonely waiting for the owner to claim it.