Hermione was in a happy daze, a flute of the finest champagne in her hand. She had to admit, the boys sure knew how to throw a party, everything was simply breathtaking. From her vantage point on the little balcony above the ballroom, she could see all of the Wizarding society joining together, friendly conversations and laughter echoed through the magnificent ballroom. The war had clearly made a positive impact on everyone. She was lost in her own private world when she felt a presence behind her.