Ellie sat with her girlfriend, their legs dangling between the crevasses of the rocks. She was reading her book intently, one of her hands laced with Ellie's as they rested on her lap. Ellie merely watched her read, rubbing over Hermione's hand with her thumb.

Harry's voice called out from the tent. The girls looked in the direction to see Harry rushing over to them, holding his Snitch triumphantly.

"Ellie? Hermione? You were right," Harry announced as he quickly stepped over the gaps separating the rocks. "Snitches have flesh memories, but I didn't catch the first Snitch with my hand, I almost swallowed it.

Harry was now running over to them, his eyes frantic with realization. He handed the Snitch to Hermione as Ellie leaned over to inspect it.

Engraved on it were small words painted in black, its words forming a short but cryptic message.

"I open at the close," Hermione read out loud.

"What do you think that means?" Harry questioned.

"I don't know," Hermione admitted as she scurried to pick up her book once more. "I found something as well."

Ellie looked at her girlfriend with a raised eyebrow, her expression aghast.

"And you didn't tell me first?" Ellie scoffed with a light-hearted tone, pretending to be offended.

Hermione quickly pecked her girlfriend's lips with a smile. "Darling, I literally just found out."

Harry scooted to sit on the opposite side of Hermione as she held her book out for the other two to see.

"At first I thought it was an eye, but now I don't think it is. It isn't a rune, and it isn't anywhere in Spellman's Syllabary," Hermione explained as she pointed to the symbol atop the first page. "Somebody inked it in. It isn't part of the book. Somebody drew it."

"Luna's dad was wearing that at Bill and Fleur's wedding," Harry realized.

"Yeah, I recognize that symbol too," Ellie added.

"Why would someone draw it in a children's book?" Hermione questioned, though it seemed more like a question to whoever drew it.

"Look, guys, I've been thinking. I want to go to Godric's Hollow. It's where I was born. It's where my parents died," Harry explained.

"That's exactly where he'll expect you to go because it means something to you," Hermione countered as she stood up, pulling Ellie up with her.

"Yeah, but it means something to him too, Hermione. You-Know-Who almost died there," Harry reasoned as he scrambled to his feet as well. "I mean isn't that exactly the type of place he'd be likely to hide a Horcrux?"

"He's got a point. You-Know-Who seems like the sentimental type," Ellie chimed in.

"It's dangerous, Harry," Hermione warned as she began walking back to the tent, Ellie grabbing the Gryffindor's belongings so she wouldn't have to carry it.

"But even I have to admit, recently I've been thinking we'll have to go there. I think it's possible something else is hidden there," Hermione admitted.

"What?" both Harry and Ellie asked in sync.

"The sword," Hermione answered, turning her head to look at them. "If Dumbledore wanted you to find it, but didn't want it in the Ministry's hands, where better to hide it than the birthplace of the founder of Gryffindor?"

"You're brilliant, my love," Ellie grinned cheekily.

"Hermione..." Harry trailed.

The three of them stopped in their tracks, Hermione and Ellie sharing the same idea as they looked to Harry.

Hermione reached up to move Harry's hair while Ellie ruffled it playfully.

"Don't ever let me give you a haircut again," Hermione said as Ellie snickered in amusement.

Hermione started to walk again, holding her hand out for Ellie to take. Harry followed, reaching up to his hair to feel the roughly cut pieces.

Night had fallen once more, and it seemed that the light had lasted much longer than the days before.

Ellie was drawing mindlessly on the edge of the table, observing her girlfriend who sat quietly as she read her book. The roughly sketched drawing resembled Hermione almost perfectly, a surreal duplicate of the concentrated Gryffindor. The sound of the paper rubbing against Hermione's fingertips with every turn of a page filled the room's silence. It was peaceful knowing the group had finally had a lead, progressing them closer to their ultimate goal.

Harry suddenly stood up, his chair screeching off the ground. For the first time, his expression was neither pained or troubled, but instead content.

"I'm going for a walk," he announced awkwardly, quickly ducking his head underneath the tent's flaps.

Once Harry left, Hermione stood up, closed her book, and approached her girlfriend at the table. She came up to stand behind the seated Hufflepuff, bringing her hands to her shoulders. Hermione started to knead her hands into Ellie's shoulders, loosening the knots that painfully lingered in her muscles.

"That's a lovely drawing, my love. Though I'm not as beautiful as how you draw me," Hermione commented as she peered down to see the sketch of herself on the table.

"I don't want to hear it. You're damn gorgeous and you know it. It's not like I've been telling you that for the past four years."

Hermione simply hummed and continued to massage Ellie's shoulders, earning satisfied purrs from her girlfriend. Ellie sank her head backwards, Hermione's hands proving to work wonders in relieving the tension. The loosening of the knots made Ellie flutter her eyes shut in relief as her girlfriend continued to ease the hardened shoulders.

After the knots had completely dispersed, Ellie spun around to face Hermione, who towered over her.

"Thank you, darling," Ellie thanked with a smile as she rotated her shoulders back and forth to test the relief.

"Any time, love. Though I'd appreciate you asking for more massages. It makes me happy seeing you feel better."

Hermione bent down and placed a kiss on her girlfriend's lips, barely grazing the surface. Ellie frowned in disappointment as she grasped the back of the Gryffindor's head, entangling her fingers inside her hair. Ellie crashed their lips desperately, their lips moving together synchronously as the kiss escalated.

Hermione was now kneeling in between Ellie's legs to get to her level, her hands resting on her thighs.

Ellie broke away momentarily to analyze her girlfriend's position, ordering for her to get up to avoid any bruising at her knees. Ellie lifted Hermione to straddle her lap, her hands roaming up the inside of her shirt.

Hermione suddenly broke away, her heart beating rapidly, panting for air as Ellie seamlessly moved her lips to latch onto her neck.

"My love... What about Harry...? He'll be back any moment now," Hermione gasped as she cradled Ellie's head.

"And if he does? I've missed you," Ellie countered with a smirk as she sucked harshly on Hermione's neck, leaving purple bruises on her ivory complexion.

Hermione moaned in pleasure, tilting her chin to allow more access for her girlfriend. She couldn't deny it: Ellie's touch proved to be far more therapeutic than anything else she has experienced.

"You bloody daredevil," Hermione managed to utter through her ragged breathing as she cradled Ellie's head in her hands.

Ellie finished up Hermione's neck, not leaving any of the skin bare. Ellie rested her hands on her girlfriend's bottom as she reconnected their lips once more, Hermione cupping the Hufflepuff's jaw possessively.

Ellie broke away once more to stare deeply into her girlfriend's lust-filled eyes, a smirk toying at her lips.

"Tell me, love. Do you miss school?" Ellie asked abruptly, earning a cocked eyebrow from Hermione.

"What do you mean?" Hermione clarified as her thumbs ran over the Hufflepuff's defined jawline.

"Like assignments and such," Ellie replied simply, her hands roaming across Hermione's bottom and back.

Hermione had a confused expression on her face, though she cautiously answered with approval, nodding her head.

"How about... I grade you. Your performance, I mean," Ellie beamed with a mischievous eye.

Hermione tilted her head in an displeased manner. "Darling, I'm not going to dance for you."

Ellie laughed in response, earning a frown from her girlfriend.

"Not like that, love. I'm not asking you to put on a show for me. Though I wouldn't mind. But I mean, you'll be graded based on how well you can... please me," Ellie explained. "Would you be up for that?"

Hermione's face softened into a subtle smile, a blush forming at her cheeks. She scooted herself closer to Ellie, closing the gap between their bodies.

"Does that mean you can't do anything?" Hermione clarified, her lips toying into a smile.

"I won't do anything unless you tell me to. I'm all yours, darling," Ellie confirmed, outstretching her arms to emphasize it.

A smirk grew on Hermione's face, her eyes filling with bounds of lust. She grasped Ellie's jaw and reconnected their lips once more, her lip latching onto Ellie's harshly. Hermione kissed with passion, her hands not being able to find any part of Ellie's body to rest on.

She broke away suddenly, dismounting herself from Ellie's lap as she stood up straight. Her chest heaved from the kiss, her heart racing rapidly. Ellie simply eyed her girlfriend, her eyebrows raised in both shock and satisfaction.

Hermione motioned to the end of the table, but Ellie didn't move.

"Tell me," Ellie reminded.

"Sit," Hermione ordered softly, feeling odd that she had the power now.

Ellie obliged happily, moving to sit on the edge of the table, leaning her weight on her hands as she spread her legs for Hermione to stand in between. Hermione stood at a position higher than Ellie, looking down to lock eyes with her girlfriend.

"Lean back a little more," Hermione said gently, in which Ellie leaned to an almost supine position, the only thing propping her up were her elbows.

Hermione used her finger to trace from Ellie's bottom lip to her neck. She brought one hand underneath the Hufflepuff's chin, tilting it upwards as the other hand anchored her weight on the table. Hermione leaned in, her breath huffing down on Ellie. She connected her mouth to Ellie's neck, swerving away from the Hufflepuff's expectant lips.

Hermione slowly began to plant love marks along Ellie's neck, sucking on the skin gently. The change in pace agonized Ellie, following Hermione's plan accordingly. The tortuous tempo brought Ellie to release a dragging moan of pleasure as she threw her head back.

After a few minutes of placing hickeys in every clear spot available, Hermione finally drew back, her eyes now filled with overwhelming amounts of lust. Still standing, the Gryffindor brought her hands to the hem of Ellie's shirt, tugging on it.

"Take it off," Hermione ordered more confidently. Ellie pulled her shirt over head, tossing it to the ground as Hermione unbuttoned her flannel, leaving it open to reveal her bra.

"Bra, too. Remove that for me as well," Hermione continued. She seemed to be enjoying Ellie obeying at her commands, making the process much more convenient for her.

Ellie happily unclasped her bra with one hand, sliding it off her body and tossing it on top of her discarded shirt. Hermione stared in admiration as she took in the beauty of her girlfriend's torso. She brought both hands to Ellie's soft breasts to squeeze them gently, making Ellie's breath hitch.

"Stunning..." Hermione trailed, the pad of her thumbs rubbing over Ellie's nipples. "As always, of course."

Hermione slowly brought her mouth to Ellie's bud, hardening it quickly. She swirled her tongue, her mouth moistening it. She brought one of her hands to grasp the other breast while the other supported Ellie's back.

A string of quiet whimpers came from Ellie, the slow movements of Hermione's tongue pleasuring her painfully. Hermione withdrew from Ellie's breast with a smirk.

"You like that, love?" Hermione teased as she locked eyes with her girlfriend.

Ellie was now breathing heavily, her mouth open in the shape of an "O" in delight. The Hufflepuff nodded with upturned eyebrows, being too stimulated to form a response. Hermione immediately brought her thumb to Ellie's bottom lip, pushing it downward slightly.

"Say it to me," Hermione demanded in an attempt to assert dominance, but she couldn't help the blush forming on her face.

"Yes... I love it..." Ellie managed to utter as she shifted her weight to one elbow as the free hand reached to the back of Hermione's head, nudging her back gently. "Please.. keep going."

Hermione's smirk only grew as she bit her lip in satisfaction. She helped Ellie to lay flat on her back, her legs still dangling off the edge of the table. Hermione pulled her girlfriend closer to her, using her thighs in doing so. With Hermione standing, she leaned over to hover over her girlfriend, her locks falling to Ellie's torso gracefully.

Hermione returned to Ellie's chest, working on the other breast now. She hollowed her cheeks in harshly, earning a yelp from her girlfriend. She brought her tongue down to Ellie's stomach, placing love marks on the toned skin. The Gryffindor switched between Ellie's breast to her stomach, her mouth exploring every inch of her smooth body.

Hermione suddenly withdrew from Ellie's torso to reconnect with her lips aggressively. She dominated the kiss as her hands moved to pin down Ellie's wrists on the table. The lovers let out moans of pleasure between their kiss, the mingle of their hot breath sending shivers down their spines.

The Gryffindor broke away abruptly, both of them panting for air. Something in Hermione's brain seemed to activate, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Don't go anywhere. Let me fetch something," Hermione said to her girlfriend before running off to grab her wand. After a few incantations and shuffling about the kitchenette, Hermione returned to the Hufflepuff with a silver bowl.

"What is it?" Ellie questioned, her bare back still sprawled out on the table, Hermione reassuming her position between her legs.

"You'll see. I just need those trousers off," Hermione ordered as she shook the contents in the bowl, setting it aside on the bench.

Ellie shrugged her shoulders, but obliged nonetheless. She shimmied out of her trousers, bringing her underwear along with it. Hermione ran her hands up the tops of Ellie's thighs, admiring her girlfriend who laid completely naked beneath her.

Hermione grabbed an ice cube from the bowl, clamping it down with her teeth. Ellie's eyebrows raised in response, her eyes wide with surprise.

Hermione immediately brought the ice cube down to Ellie's chest, sliding it over slowly. The sudden coldness made Ellie's breath hitch, her skin filling with goosebumps. After a few seconds of coolness, Hermione rose once more.

"Is this okay?" Hermione confirmed, stopping her hand over the bowl.

Ellie nodded vigorously, urging for Hermione to continue. The Gryffindor gave a small smile as she placed another ice cube between her teeth. She trailed her way down to Ellie's stomach, dropping to her knees to get a better angle. Hermione pulled Ellie to the edge of the table, anchoring Ellie's legs on her shoulders.

Hermione glanced once more to her girlfriend, who was holding her breath in anticipation. Ellie nodded her head in measurement, resting her hand atop Hermione's curls. The Gryffindor slowly lowered her mouth to Ellie's vulva, the ice cube stinging her sensitive area. Ellie let out a low moan as the cool solid touched her skin, Hermione rubbing up and down painfully slow. Another moan erupted from Ellie, her eyes shut in delight as she pulled at Hermione's curls.

Just before the ice melted, Hermione pushed the remainder of the ice cube inside of her girlfriend, the Hufflepuff producing a loud yelp at the sudden object inside of her. The melted within a matter of seconds, the warmth of her vagina reducing it back to a liquid. Hermione stared at Ellie's hole hungrily, watching as the water dripped from out of it. The Gryffindor immediately connected her lips to Ellie's vagina, peeling back the folds to get at a better angle.

"Ohhh... my.... darling!" Ellie screamed as Hermione passionately explored her girlfriend, her tongue lapping up any remainder of the ice.

Hermione silently slipped two fingers inside her girlfriend, pumping them in and out to match the fast pace of her tongue. This combination Ellie over the edge, her eyes shut tightly as she gripped the edge of the table with one hand and Hermione's hair with the other. Hermione slipped yet another finger inside, only for Ellie to lock her legs around Hermione's head as she struggled to keep her thighs apart.

Without a warning, Ellie went limp as she released herself in Hermione's mouth, earning a satisfied moan from her girlfriend as she savored the taste

Hermione pulled Ellie to sit up, wrapping the Hufflepuff's weak arms around her waist. Ellie's head fell to rest at the area between Hermione's chest and collarbone.

"You taste... bloody amazing," Hermione giggled as she swiped at her bottom lip to clean up any remaining juices.

"I can tell," Ellie laughed as she moved her hands to the inside of Hermione's flannel, tracing patterns on her back.

"How did I do then?" Hermione asked as she wrapped her arms over Ellie's shoulders, embracing her lovingly.

"Hm. That's tough. I wasn't in the most comfortable position... so points off for that one. Though I enjoyed the ice part... that gets bonus points. You also made me finish... extra points for that one too."

Ellie counted the numbers mentally, tilting her head in concentration.

"I'd give it a 90," Ellie announced honestly. "Actually, no. Make that 95. Gave you that extra five because your... eating skills... improved."

Hermione pulled back in shock, her eyes expressing clear disappointment.

"A 95? That's all? How come it's not perfect?" Hermione pouted, bringing her hands to her hips in a diva-like fashion. "I think I deserve a 100. Besides, you were practically begging for me to kiss those lovely breasts of yours."

Ellie let out a hearty laugh as her hand traveled to Hermione's back, unclasping her bra underneath her open flannel, her fingers dragging down slowly.

"I think it'd be best for me to show you what a perfect score feels like..." Ellie offered seductively as she started to pull Hermione's flannel off her shoulders, her bra coming off with it too. Ellie explored Hermione's torso with her mouth, her hot breath making the Gryffindor shudder.

With the both of them topless, their hands couldn't find a place to rest, both of them wanting to touch every inch of each other. Hermione threw her head back in delight as Ellie's lips clasped over her nipple, her teeth grazing it slightly.

A sudden scream made both of the girls turn to look at its direction. It was Harry. His eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks flushed to a bright shade of red. Trauma started to slither its way to his expression as he stood frozen in his place.

"HOLY SHIT!" Ellie screeched, instantly throwing her arm over her chest to cover her exposed breasts.

"BLOODY HELL, HARRY!" Hermione screamed as she quickly moved in front of Ellie to cover her, being that she wasn't as exposed.

"MY EYES! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!"

"GET OUT, HARRY!"