She sat in comfortable silence with Ron for a while, soaking up his body warmth and his comfort. Things were so much better now they had both moved on. Ron as a friend was far nicer than Ron as a crush. He rubbed her back and rested his cheek on top of her head, and she burrowed her face against his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist. It as was intimate any embrace could be, and yet it didn't feel awkward anymore. A rapping knock came at the door and Hermione heaved a deep breath and cleared her throat. "Come in," she called and Harry poked his tousled head into the tiny room.