Hermione quickly texted Draco: Would love to come to dinner. Could we meet beforehand? Can’t imagine myself walking up to the Manor alone. Then, she turned to Harry and Ron, and slung her arm over Harry’s shaking shoulders. It was comfortable and easy, sitting here with her two beloved and occasionally idiotic best friends. Her arm bumped Ron’s as they encircled Harry with their steady warmth, as he cried with something approaching joy into his empty cups.