Ginny and Luna raced up to Hermione and wrapped their arms around her neck, sobbing. Harry joined soon after and then Theo. Before Draco knew it, Neville Longbottom’s arms were clenched around his shoulders as they all piled together in a group hug full of relief and love. There were no labels here, no Slytherins or Gryffindor’s. No death eaters son’s or mudbloods. There in the centre of the circle of survivors were just two people who loved each other against all odds and then some. 