A laugh burst from Draco and the sound burrowed itself somewhere in her chest, nestled right next to where she could feel the faint thrumming of their bond, solidified only by the weakening power of the celestial bonding ceremony. She’d missed him so much, and as his laughter quieted and he looked at her, Hermione stepped into him and once again traced the lines of his face. It felt surreal to her, to finally have him back. The bond had reassured her numerous times that everything would work out. She felt it, in her very soul. But to have him here was close to pure brilliance. 