The Howler shredded mid-air and as the pieces fell, Hermione shakily reached for The Prophet. The front page had a photo of Hermione and Draco, hand-in-hand walking down the street. The reel showed Draco looking ahead with that goofy smile she adored while Hermione looked up at him running her thumb over the crinkles at his eyes. She didn’t bother to read the article; Skeeter’s words couldn’t hurt her any more than the ones spewed from the envelope.