Hermione watched the Parisien night for some hours longer, finished her Prosecco and then slid onto the soft sheets of her bed, wishing that Harry was there with her but more resolutely determined than ever to bring him back to life, so that one day they’d revel in this city as husband and wife. Then she decided that she might as well make use of her dinner reservation while she was here, maybe snag herself another bottle of wine while she was at it.