They didn't have much privacy, though. Ron and Cho were canoodling shamelessly on an easy chair, and Harry and Ginny were tucked away in another armchair in a discreetly dark corner, doing Merlin knew what. Dean, Seamus, and Neville were occupying the other couch, and Luna had created a nest of cushions for herself, and was lying on her stomach on the floor in front of the telly. Dean and Seamus kept reminding the blonde girl to stop kicking her heels idly in the air in front of the screen, while Neville watched her with the glazed stare of terrified infatuation. It was very sweet.