"It’s so good to see you," Harry greeted her with a tight hug. Hermione closed her eyes, realizing this is the longest they’d been apart since before they came to Hogwarts their first year. She’d  missed  him. "Harry, your  hair!"  she cried, pulling away. It had never been tidier, the work of Mrs. Weasley’s endless fussing, no doubt. He grinned in his sheepish way, rubbing a hand through the dark fringe as he was wont to do.