He looked almost at home with the other boys. Almost like he fit in, and a trembly smile shaped Hermione’s lips. She was happy for him. This was what she had wanted. She had just thought... She shook her head, shifting in the chair; only the top of her head and her eyes visible if Draco or Harry looked in her direction. There was still a stiff distance there that Hermione could see clearly even from the other room; a cautiousness in their conversation, but other than that... Draco had finally been accepted – to some small degree anyway. It was a start.