And now they were in trapped in some sort of horrid limbo. Both hesitant and angry and confused. Loving each other but no longer sure if that was enough to get past, well, the past. Hermione didn’t know where they stood with each other – they weren’t anything in particular at this moment. Floating in between states in this horrible limbo. Her mind drifted, lulled by the fire’s warmth bathing her face, and the familiar, somehow comforting weight of Draco’s surreptitious stare. Not a liquid, not a solid. Nothing... Wait – wait! A gas! Hermione bolted upright in the chair she was lolling in, face lighting up.