The previous evening had been uneventful, if not for the weird shuffling when they’d come back to their room and tried to change without invading one another’s privacy and actually sat in the bed with about a miles’ distance between their bodies. Hermione had felt pleasantly buzzed at the wine coursing through her veins, and the groveling Ginny had done during the evening to apologize in her name as well as Blaise, with very little help from the latter. 