#175481 - Last weekend, over a slowly dying fire Harry and Hermione had snogged for a dare, and Hermione had nearly followed him back to his tent after. Darkness lay on the room like a soft blanket, slivers of moonlight cast a gentle blue glow, and the Boy Who Lived could not sleep. He took in a deep breath, and exhaled, then stepped in front of the door.
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