They're in the living room, talking about muggle vs. magical weddings, of all things. Everythings been an uneasy, shifty peace treaty. Ron’s been avoiding Hermione, Draco’s been spending more time with the group, and they’re accepting him, genuinely. They like him, as they should. He’s funny, and quick, and he fits in well. Hermione thinks if he’d been in Gryffindor it would have always been like this. 