They continued to pass the bottle back and forth between each other in silence. Unsure what to say, they said nothing. It was better that way. Less opportunity for sentimental babble that they would regret later. The fire whiskey was almost completely gone when the obnoxious mantel clock began to chime the midnight hour. Hermione wanted nothing more than to just slip under the covers of her borrowed bed and sleep. Remaining with the wizard on the sofa in front of the fireplace was too depressing. Her thoughts kept traveling to the past. She wanted to be anywhere else.