They talked a while longer, Tonks drifting out of the room with Teddy and Luna leaving shortly after that, and then it was just them. Not quite the Golden Trio anymore with Cho and Ginny there too, but that was okay. Things changed. It was part of life; inevitable, and Hermione knew they weren't ever going to be the Golden Trio again. It would never be like it had been at school. Now they'd all paired off, it would be the six of them – the Golden Sextet, she thought, and laughed quietly to herself. Draco would act disgusted at the idea of unavoidably belonging to the group through his connection to Hermione, but she suspected he might actually like it somewhere underneath. The feeling of belonging.