It's just the two of us in this train compartment, on our way back to Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry for all of this 'mione," she waves a hand.

"Yeah me too."

"We never really talked about it."

"Do you want to?"

"No not really."

"Good," I say, relieved.

"I…" we both start at the same time, and she laughs like she used to.

"Okay," I say, and reach out a hand for her to shake, and she surprises me (or maybe it's not so surprising) by leaning forward, our knees touching. When my lips meet hers, neither of us pull away.