Hermione blushed furiously. Her heart was threatening to punch its way out of her chest as she ruefully reminisced. She turned to look at Harry again. Baby Alison had woken up and Harry had sat her on the floor. He was using his wand to conjure animals made of light for her to chase with her chubby little hands - here a stag, then a unicorn, now a hippogriff. Hermione was almost dizzy from the flutterings in her chest as she watched the delightful little display. That longing smothered her again. It seemed almost indecent to desire something like this, after all she'd been through, but so right at the same time. It was as if the past five years had been nothing more than a dark pause in reality.