It felt like a lifetime ago that she had nearly fainted at the sight of him, a panic attack gripping her, sitting at the dining room table with Mrs Weasley pressing firewhiskey on her while she stared at Draco's blond head and tried not to shatter into little pieces on the dining room floor. And now here they were; improbably together and in a little private sea of happiness that lapped and frothed at Hermione, and made little bubbles of bliss in her chest.