"'Course we will," Harry said determinedly, all bright optimism, and slung his arm around her shoulders, the three of them standing there all laced together, like it seemed they always had been. They were inextricably entwined despite their respective partners, and the different directions their lives would surely take, after the war. And they always would be entwined in the end, Hermione thought, leaning her head on Ron's shoulder and gazing up at the stars as the boys drank their beers. Everything would be okay. She knew it.