Harry chuckled at her, smiling a wonky, dopey, punch-drunk grin at the mouth-gap in his shawls. Hermione couldn't think of anything more beautiful in that moment. She tucked back into his side, saying nothing. Both were silent, letting their shared understanding settle on them as they headed for the Reception Room. They'd long negated the need for words to communicate between each other. Hermione realised just how much she'd missed that about their connection.