Jon slumped onto the bench behind her as her mind was reeling over what had just happened. She had kissed Ron. She had enjoyed kissing Ron. She really wanted to kiss Ron again. Jon was frightened at the prospect of being lost inside the character she had become. He had always admired and felt for the character of Hermione. She was smart, and talented, and was a witch to be reckoned with. And now he was her. She felt beautiful, and clever, and a boundless determination to accomplish whatever she set her mind to. And despite herself, she couldn't help but think of herself as a woman. She used to be a boy, but now, she wasn't so sure about that. She felt natural as a woman, and couldn't think of any other way to be.
The loud screaming and bright flashes from outside were finally able to snatch her attention away from her thoughts as Ron and Harry re-entered the tent, their hair a mess, and their faces speckled with dirt. Ron held up the broken Locket with an air of accomplishment and a smirk.
"I killed it, Hermione." Ron said as she could see Harry rolling his eyes behind Ron. Jon tried to fight his feelings, but felt the futility of it and just sprang to her feet, and crossed the room in a stride as she flung herself into Ron's arms.
"Again?" Harry said in a surprised tone "Really?"
