"Yeah, well, you might need luck. To um...not drop him, or, um, whatever," he tried lamely, prickly and still distracted, and Hermione gave him one last kiss before they parted ways; she going into the lounge and he the dining room. She smiled after him, watching as he disappeared into the cellar in search of Pansy, feeling full of hope, and so, so frighteningly vulnerable with it.