Hermione sank onto a sofa, groaning blissfully, when Harry went down on his knees, taking off her shoes. Her pain had been more distracting for Ron and himself than it had ever been for her. Heels hurt; that was a simple fact of life, no need to be bothered. He settled on the floor, leaning back against the sofa, when Ron came over and claimed the seat beside Hermione, handing over one plate each. Barty served drinks and food for himself and the Dark Lord before relaxing into an armchair next to Tom.