"Morning, Hermione," Neville beamed the endearing smile that had made him one of the most attainable bachelors in Wizarding Britain until he'd finally gotten up the courage to ask Hannah out, and took a great mouthful of porridge. She settled her robes about her neatly and poured a cup of fresh, delicious coffee, inwardly half-waiting for Malfoy to acknowledge her. They were officially capable of friendliness now, and managed to exchange pleasantries at most mealtimes...along with the occasional bit of snark.