oh, kiss me with your eyelashes tonight

[cleverness]

Maybe Rapture was a mistake.

Hermione Granger was a girl who often looked back on the past for any number of reasons. Although the saying was certainly trite and quite possibly overused, there was truth in the claim that history always repeated itself. While humans had made impossible amounts of progress in the past couple of millennia, human nature sometimes seemed incapable of changing much at all. And it was that same nature of Hermione's own that had her reflecting upon the foolishness of heading down the Rapture. That had her realizing, more than ever, how much more helpless all of them were, not only in deciding where they walked or where they stayed on the island, but even defending one another against threats that wouldn't have been much at all, just months ago. With Rapture still teeming with activity, Hermione practically swearing that she could feel it rumbling still beneath her feet, her heart raced as she and Ron stepped back inside their hut. Her hand tightly gripped his own.

"Harry?" she called out as soon as they entered, never letting go of Ron's grip as the pad of her thumb ran lightly against his hand. After a couple seconds of silence, she turned to Ron with an anxious look, brow furrowed as she leaned in to rest her forehead against his shoulder, feeling her hair drip water down the small of her back. "He hasn't returned yet. Merlin, what if something happens to him?"

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[deluminate]

Harry wasn't back yet.

They'd seen him down there at one point, but had gotten separated, him off doing something else entirely while they explored. They should have known better than to split up, especially somewhere as bloody creepy as Rapture. As it was, Ron barely remembered the walk back; they'd made it out alright and he wanted to get as far away from that place as possible. Who knew if one of those things would try and follow them out?

"There are loads of other people down there though, aren't there? With swords and guns, I'd reckon," Ron said, though he was mostly convincing himself of the fact. He was still almost shaking, his own hair still a bit wet and plastered to his forehead. His hand still gripped Hermione's, and it made him feel almost grounded, in a way.

"Do you think we should go back?"