They stayed in that easy place, a place of potential, a new place for them, for at least an hour, Hermione heartened by Blaise's ease with her, the lightness in his face. It was nearing half two when she stood, beyond exhausted but so incredibly happy for and grateful towards the wizard in front of her, and headed for her own bed. As she was reaching for the door, she heard Blaise call out softly from behind her and half-turned towards him with a brow quirked.