Sometime later they stopped nagging each other and went to sleep in Draco’s bedroom where they slept every night from now on almost peacefully, except that the feeling of not having a wand left a hole in Hermione’s heart she didn’t know what to fill with. She stared at the ring on her finger right before falling asleep, and she thought how strange it was that Draco had such power over this piece of jewelry even without touching or charming it. Furthermore, she was appalled now more than ever that the ring felt like a living being, but it didn’t feel detached from her anymore. Something changed in the past week, and she wasn’t sure what it was, but now, her wedding ring seemed to be a part of her flesh. She finally could take it off without any pain, but she didn’t think she’d ever want to.