"Ronald, honestly," Hermione said snippily, flushed and embarrassed, her lips feeling kiss-swollen and tender but clutching Draco's hand tightly in hers. She wasn't going to hide anything. They were going to do things right this time around. Draco's fingers interlocked perfectly with hers, as tight as if he was clutching on and using her as a lifeline, and it was a moment of surrealism; standing in front of Harry and Ron, holding hands with Draco Malfoy. There was an awkward pause as everyone else processed that fact, and then Harry stepped forward first and pulled Hermione into a hug, and she had to let go of Draco's hand to squeeze Harry hard around the middle.