"Not helping your case that you've changed, mate," Ron broke away from Cho long enough to say, a slight teasing tone to his voice and Hermione grinned to herself, leaning her back against the arm of the couch and laying her legs over Draco's lap. Over the past week, Draco had – at Hermione's insistence – spent more time around the Order members, and as a result he was no longer quite so much on the outside but part of the group, if still a peripheral part. She didn't think he knew quite what to do with that acceptance, or what to do when Ron bantered with him in that prickly, insulting-but-not-really way that he and Draco seemed to communicate through.