SERENDIPITY | harmione

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧

• go ahead and watch my heart burn with the fire that you started in me •

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"Come on, it's getting late..." Hermione mumbled, her focus trailing up to the sky, as she gazed at the light moon.

"I guess we have to camp here-" Harry deadpanned, kicking some leaves out of the way in hopes that they could find a clear place to sleep.

"But what if it isn't safe?" She replied, following his actions, as she too helped move the scattered leaves and twigs away.

"I cast some enchantments earlier when you were unconscious." The boy muttered, smiling as he watched the brunette.

Hermione nodded, standing up and dusting herself off. "I'll try to find something to use as a blanket."

She looked down at her large dress, noticing that she had yet another one underneath. However, the one underneath was much shorter, and a faint white color.

"We could use my dress-" The brunette started, stopping as she realized Harry had already found something. "Or your cape, that works too." Her cheeks turned pink, as she avoided his eyes, feeling slightly embarrassed as Harry chuckled.

"Come here..." Harry snickered, sifting down on the clear patch of grass, and patting the spot beside him. Hermione nodded, sitting beside the boy, as she rested her head on his shoulder.

The brunette stifled a yawn, as she felt Harry pull her body against his, relaxing slightly at his touch. Her brown eyes searched the sky, coming to a rest on the bright stars. The light illuminated the couple and allowed them to vaguely see despite it being so dark.

"Why do you think he did it?" Harry whispered, his voice being muffled by the faint howling of the wind. However, Hermione heard him clearly, for her head was now lightly rested on his chest.

"Who?" She questioned, turning slightly to look at him. Harry smiled, his eyes falling to Hermione's moonlit face, which only seemed to make her appear even lovelier.

"Dumbledore...why do you suppose he sent us here?" He asked, his hands wrapping around Hermione's torso, and pulling her closer. Harry gingerly picked her hand up, playing with her dainty fingers.

The brunette blushed a deep shade of red, suddenly finding it hard to concentrate on his question. "Well, I guess he wanted us to change something...The only question is what?"

Harry gaped, getting an idea, as he heard Hermione's quiet words. "What if he wanted us to study Voldemort's origin, find out how he can be beaten. I mean, it makes sense...everyone we transformed into had some connection with Voldemort."

"You might be right..." Hermione whispered, a small smile tugging at her pinkish lips. "The only way to be completely sure is to see who we transform into next."

Harry nodded, slightly humming as he rested his chin against her shoulder, still tightly hugging her. "What if we're stuck here...?" He gulped, quickly feeling odd as the wind instantly stopped howling.

"Our main goal is to find out what Dumbledore wants-" Hermione muttered, resting her hand gently on his leg, for she felt him rapidly become tense.

"And with a bit of luck, we can get out of here." Harry grinned, planting delicate kisses along Hermione's neck, hearing her quiet sigh. Over time, the two of them started to become dreary and worn; their energy leaving them.

He laid down, carefully pulling the brunette down beside him, snuggling closer to her, in an attempt to feel a sense of warmness and comfort. Pretty soon, both of them drifted off into deep slumber, their bodies tangled around each other.

The wind continued lightly hollering, rattling the leaves on the surrounding trees as it blew. This startling noise, woke Hermione in the middle of the night, causing her to reach out for Harry, searching for protection. However, Hermione sat upright in a complete state of panic when she noticed that Harry wasn't there.

The brunette shuddered at the thought of losing him, but alas, maybe she was working herself up over nothing; Harry could have simply decided to go for a walk. Upon thinking this, she returned to her previous sleeping position, tugging the blanket around herself. Hermione fell into a deep sleep once more, completely oblivious to the fact that if she had stayed awake just a moment more, she would've seen Harry's limp body being pulled away deep into the forest.