Hermione threw herself into Theo's chest, her arms wrapping around him in an easy embrace. For so many years, her heart had ached knowing that she'd done Theo wrong in the past. Blaise had forgiven her somewhere along the way, but Theo was always that wildcard, the first heart she'd torn asunder after losing Draco. Now that everything in her word had fallen apart, maybe it was slowly rebuilding itself. Only time would tell, and she hoped that Theo was right and this prophecy didn't come to pass until her daughter was old enough to protect herself.