Hermione couldn’t wait to read them later, but for now she just cuddled up to Harry and tried not to blush too deeply at all the warm affection being showered upon them. She felt it might permanently tint her skin crimson if she did. Harry was so soft and warm, safe and cosy, bedecked in a beautiful robe of scarlet and flecked gold, mirroring Hermione’s own dress almost exactly in style, though hers was ice-white and interwoven with silver thread instead of gold.