The Last Hunger Games

3. Hermione

Well, let me get you up to speed. Previously, in my life, my boyfriend and I are elected to participate in the 99th Hunger Games. If you don't know what that means, well it either means that we are going to win or die. Personally, I hope we win but if we do then it will only be one of us. What will happen to the other one of us, I don't know.

"Hermione?"

I heard Ron say behind me. He still looked a bit bruised from his fight with Malfoy the other day. Honestly, this feud with Malfoy has gone too far! I wonder if they will ever be friends or acquaintances at least. I soon banish the thought from my minds

"What is it Ron?" I ask. "Are you ok?" he replies. I sigh, of course I'm not ok! The impending doom approaches and he is asking if I am ok! "No, I'm scared. Ron what are we going to do? We could die out there!" I say. "Don't worry!" he said. Ron leaned down and kissed my forehead. "We'll stay together. No matter what."

"Really?"

"Really."

Professor McGonagall walked into the room. "Tributes. Your carriage awaits."

Ron looked at me and then, wrapping his arm around me, led me towards the door.

Our "carriage" was not what we expected. Of course, since I am muggle-born, I know about trains but this was another level. Our method of transport stretched from one end of Hogwarts to the other, and made from shiny platinum. Ron gasped but I could barely breathe. We stepped onto the train and were escorted into the dining car.

Acres of food spread out on long tables, this reminded me of the grand hall at Hogwarts. Everything was sleek and expensive but I just couldn't relax.

"You two get comfy, your mentor will be here soon."

We sat down and waited. After what felt like hours, Professor Dumbledore came into the room and shook our hands.

"Well, Ron and Hermione, what do you know about the Hunger Games?"