Hermione laughed gently, "I think we all do, Ginny. We all did. At the end of the war I fully expected to marry your brother and have turned into your mother by now, but things change, it's hard, but they're usually for the better."
Hermione smoothed Ginny's hair out of her face, "Trust me, things will come back together soon. Maybe your eyesight will go back to normal, maybe you'll become George's partner at the three W's. Or maybe you'll get asked to model Quidditch robes and become a millionaire and live in France." Hermione smiled and snorted teasingly, "not looking like this, I'm afraid, but someday." Hermione gave her another tight hug, "Until then, I think you should make the best of Draco, and you never know, you could marry him, maybe. I never thought I would say this to someone other than myself, but you worry too much."