A couple of hours later, Hermione found herself nestled on a blanket with a sleepy werewolf. Her book had long since been abandoned to watch Harry play fetch with Padfoot a few meters away while Draco sat nearby watching with a reproachful look on his face like the entire situation was undignified. Harry tried to coax Draco into playing, waving a large stick in front of his face that Draco sniffed at while rolling his eyes, but Hermione noticed the small wag of his tail and smiled to herself. The next moon she was going to bring a camera, because if there was anything that could help further their cause, it was going to be a photo op of Harry Potter throwing a tennis ball to a transformed Draco Malfoy.