Draco eyed her but didn't say anything.   At one point he picked up her other hand and kissed it, and she smiled at that, but let them go on with their ridiculous need to one-up the other.    This, she thought to herself, was what we fought for.  We can be friends, and sit here around a kitchen table and be happy without stopping to count who was whose great-grandmother.  It felt good.  It felt like happiness.