It was easy to slip her arms around Harry's neck, to lift up onto her toes a bit. And it was almost strange, how similar this almost felt to all the times, over the course of a war, that she'd been grabbed and held. Except this made her feel safe. And steady. Like everything was going to be all right.
Admittedly, she was a little more practiced at hugging Ginny, whose hugs were more common, and more brief. But this sort of embrace, with Harry, seemed to work better the longer she held it. And since she didn't know how long it was supposed to last, she just held on. One had let go of him for a moment, to push the door shut, and when it returned she let her fingers slip into his messy hair. It really was rather softer than she was expecting, given how unruly it could seem.
"It is nice to see you, though," she said softly, smiling just a little, and not entirely certain if he'd heard her.