Harry stared out a window and Hermione peered at him from over her cup. He had taken to growing a beard after the Battle. He said it made him look ruggedly handsome. He kept it trimmed, and it really did suit him. The space under his eyes were purple and she knew he had a hard time sleeping as well. She reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed. Breaking from his revery, he smiled tightly at her.