She didn’t quite know what had come over her. One moment, they were standing a relatively respectable distance away from each other, sniping as usual; the next, she had her arms around him, and she had no idea how it had happened but she was hugging him, and he was hugging her back and he wasn’t half bad at it either. She buried her nose into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, inhaling something spice-scented and no doubt expensive, whilst his pointed chin rested on top of her head. With a frisson of shock Hermione realised that she was shaking. She’d had a hard life, yes, but it had been so long since she’d had to put herself directly into the field and actually fend off rapists...