Harry chose a seat on a log nearby and opened his senses. Ron and Hermione were close. While their desire was not flaring as bright as Luna's and Blaise's, it was just as strong, deeper, more honest. It was the difference between lust and love, and he could not help but smile at the thought that his two best friends felt so deeply for each other. They were a trio, but this was only for them. He would never be a part of it, and that was alright. They should have something for them. They deserved it.