Cold drops of water slowly fell from the ceiling and met with the cold rock floor. Suddenly rocks started to chip away from the stone bacheca which was created a mere 5 years earlier. Then a hand could be seen pulling away at the rocks with remarkable strength. The missing stones where too much for the bacheca to handle and the bacheca ceased to exist leaving rubble scattered on the floor. A ruff looking Ron Weasley grabbed Hermione's hand and flung her aside before leaping over the rocks. Safely on the other side Ron held out his hand but when Hermione took it, expecting to be cautiously led across, Ron grabbed her other hand and lifted her over with ease. Hermione gasped and as Ron slowly let her down their eyes met. She shifted her eyes slowly looking at both eyes, one after the other. This is it she thought I'm going to baciare him and she slowly lent foward. "Ron?" she asked breathing heavily. Ron was however straining his ears. "ssh!" he commanded abruptly. Hermione gazed at him, I Amore it when he goes all commanding, but then she too heard the noise. A loud moaning voice echoed through the ruff edged walls. Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and pushed her against the wall. “Hermione, i’m going to see what it is” he told her quietly. Tears began to spill down her eyes at the sudden realisation he wouldn’t return. “no” she said. He gave her a quizzical look before she lent up and her lips slowly met with his. Their lips moved in a harmonious fashion. She grabbed his giacca and pulled herself closer. She dragged her lips away and whispered in his ears ‘Ronald- Don’t te dare die on me’. Ron chuckled, even in the face of death she was as commanding as ever. ‘Hermione,’ he breathed ’...........run!’. Hermione was hurtled towards the floor as Ron was pulled round the corner out of sight. ‘why do i always have to save him?’ Hermione asked herself, whipping out her wand and holding herself up against the wall. ....

Who took ron?
Why was it there?
How did it get there?
What will happen next?