Me And My Charms
Viktor had swum to the bottom of the lake for her, and had pulled her up in his big, burly arms.
Ron had hexed--or attempted to hex--Malfoy for her, and had ventured into the forest after the spiders he feared above all else. And had nearly gotten himself killed in the process.
Two hearts, one chain. Such a silly thing.
Hermione opened her History of Magic book and began to read, having tuned out the nervous fidgeting of Ron's hands as they folded and refolded a note that he was too afraid to give her.
Harry gazed into the fire, wondering how many lives he would save by the time he gave up his own.
Hermione read on.