"I've been known to, on the rare occasion, Malfoy," he shot back, and Hermione felt a little of her worry fade away into the background as the two boys began their good-natured bickering. She leant back into the warm pressure of Draco's hand and listened to him and Harry throw mock-insults back and forth in their odd banter, as they all waited patiently for Ron. And she felt far more positive. And then Ron came running down the stairs, and last minute goodbyes and good lucks and instructions were exchanged and they were disapparating with sharp cracks.