The sun was sinking below the horizon as Hermione sat with Draco, Harry, Ron, Cho and Ginny, the six of them drinking steadily, watching the sunset and talking about nothing in particular. They sprawled on the grass in a corner of the gazebo, Cho sitting leaning against Ron, his arm around her, Ginny nestled between Harry's legs, resting her head back against his shoulder and his arms clasped around her waist, and Hermione sitting beside Draco, her arm looped through his maimed one, snugged up against his side. It was restful and peaceful, and it felt right, the six of them, just as the trio of her, Harry, and Ron had once felt right.