"Alison Longbottom ... angry Harry Potter's calming influence," Enola quipped, joining them and grinning at the scene. She looked at Hermione's arm, curled around Harry's waist without any sign of him protesting at it being there. She knew something profound had gone on between them, Harry could tell that from the knowing glint in her eyes, and the beaming smile on her lips. But she didn't press the point. "She never fails in her job."