Hermione was in one such episode of clarity (and was immensely thankful for it) when Harry married Susan in a teeny, intimate ceremony in the rose garden of Nott Manor just days before Draco's birthday. It was a lovely, if simple, affair with just seven attendees: Pansy and Ron, standing up for the couple; Theo, serving as bonder; and Blaise, Draco, Hermione, Daphne and Adrian playing the part of witnesses and well-wishers. Hermione knew whatever ceremony the pair had in front of the larger wizarding community later in the month would be much more lavish, much better attended, and would exhaust the currently glowing couple in front of her. She was just glad to be there, physically and mentally, to watch the boy she'd grown up with, the man she'd discovered that he had become in her... absence, marry a woman he so very clearly loved. She smiled, eyes a little glassy, as vows and rings were exchanged, as the golden bonds of marriage shot from Theo's wand and around the couple's clasped hands. And, if anybody noticed as she panicked when that hollow-boned, brain slide-like feeling overtook her again as the small group made their way under an over-large tent serving as reception hall, nobody said a word.