Hermione ran her fingertip idly around the rim of her water glass, her calm exterior belying the way her heart was thudding inside her chest. Six months, or so Tonks thought. Hermione didn’t think that seemed so terribly long; just six months. Half a year. She could easily deal with that amount of time apart, and as for the rest, well, she didn’t care about money or the way wizarding society at large would react to their relationship. They could all take a long walk off a bloody short plank.