Ginny clasped her hand one last time before Hermione managed to hurry herself out the door. She had excellent friends, and it felt good to have them to commiserate with, but she couldn’t help feeling restless around them. Harry was Ron’s best friend, and Ginny was his   sister, for goodness’ sake. They’d known each other since they were small, and had been through so much together. It should have felt nice, shouldn’t it? And it did. It had. It felt nice and safe.