Hermione was ensconced on the couch, Ron and Harry sprawled at her feet, Cho cuddled up to Ron, and Ginny perched on the couch beside Hermione, her legs hooked comfortably – for her, anyway – over Harry's shoulders. It would have been perfect if Draco had been there sitting at the other side of Hermione instead of Luna. But despite the lack of him, she was surrounded by friends; enfolded in their presence and there was togetherness in that which outweighed everything else. There was still a fragility in the air though; the tension of war, ever-present, lingered beneath the warmth and companionship that surrounded Hermione. Ron's head leant against her knee, and Harry's hand was around her ankle, anchoring her, like they felt they needed to make solid the bonds between them. It was...nice.