Hermione clinked her glass against Harry's and they drank deeply. This was weird ... almost like a real date night. The most comfy one she could imagine. If she'd closed her eyes, she might have been able to block out the reality, to forget why they were really here at all. To think that this was just a normal night out with her ... whatever Harry was. What was he? It was a curious question. Boyfriend felt too weak a definition ... partner too vague. Soulmate perhaps a little too idealistic.