"Hermione?" She looked up to see Arthur Weasley in the doorway.  His eyes narrowed a little when he saw that she wasn’t alone, but when she didn’t answer he came in anyway and sat down in one of the water-stained chairs that faced her desk, pulling it close to them and taking her hand.  At last Hermione raised her tear-streaked face to his.  Arthur, who’d been absolutely apoplectic when he’d seen Lucius kissing her during the Battle of Hogwarts, and when he’d heard all that had happened before that day, was now looking at her with such tenderness and concern she almost reached out and hugged him.