Hermione took a gasping, choking breath as they breached the surface of the lake, her hair falling cold and wet from it’s bun, and gripped to Harry as he helped her to the shore. Both their bracelets heated up, Severus tweaked them for school, making it so it only detected magical artifacts and beings within 10 feet, yet they were far from the others, alone except for a beetle on the ground, and both their minds slipped to animagus, having experienced enough of them. Harry bent down, holding Hermione’s hair band in his hand when it slipped out, and pretended to pic it up, but wandlessly stunned the beetle, easily slipping it into his pocket as he took out his wand and dried Hermione’s hair before taking a moment to braid it as the medi-witch cast drying charms and heating charms on them. Hermione, face pink from Harry’s actions shyly smiled at her and then scoffed as Harry wiggled his eyebrows over exaggerated, her eyes rolling and she threw her hand out to hit him.