The truth was, last night had been incredible. Incredible in a way that she never could have imagined. And while they hadn't talked about it yet, she knew that what they had shared would always be special to them both. Maybe someday they'd tell their friends, or maybe not. Either way, she was content knowing that Oliver was by her side.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek before quietly getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

When she returned a few minutes later, dressed in a new set of robes, Oliver was still asleep. She smiled down at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and affection for him. Carefully, so as not to wake him up, she climbed back into bed and curled up against his warm body, content just to be close to him.

As the day went on and their friends continued with their usual antics, Hermione found herself looking forward to tonight.

Let's go meet the Dark Lord." She stands slowly, wincing as she moves her sore arm again, and takes a step towards you. You offer your hand to help her up, and she accepts gratefully. "I just hope...that I'm making the right choice," she whispers as you lead her out of the Room of Requirement and back into the world beyond.

Hermione nods, trying to convince herself of this as well. She takes a deep breath, steeling her resolve as she follows you through the castle and out into the night. Despite her fears and doubts, there's something undeniably thrilling about being part of this new world now, and knowing that she has a purpose...a destiny.

As they approach the Dark Lord's lair, Hermione glances back over her shoulder one last time, taking in the familiar surroundings of Hogwarts.