Every day that she arrived at work, Hermione was grateful that she didn't have to put up with anyone like Malfoy. She didn't envy that Harry had to run into him all the time. Surely it was easy to avoid him in a place as big as the Ministry. She hardly ran into the blond, which was just fine for her. She didn't have any reason to speak to him. In any case, she was worried about Harry in general. It seemed like her best friend was stuck perhaps, or just down in the dumps. She understood why of course. Things were awkward at best now that they had all grown up. She had been so ready to be a grown-up and now that she was one, it was kind of awful.
Hermione hadn't spoken to Ron in days, which was probably her fault. She tended to bury her nose firmly in work and not lift her head up for weeks on end. At least Harry got out of the office sometimes. If anyone actually needed a vacation, it was her. And yet her life wasn't really in a place that she hated. It might have been boring and tedious, but it wasn't like she had to deal with a lot of baggage. She was still on speaking terms with Ron and they were friendly. That had to count for something right?
It was after work, and she had gone home to change before heading over to Harry's and gave a knock at the door. She brought wine with her, not knowing what they were going to eat but figuring that bringing something to drink was a good thing. For both of them. When he opened the door, she smiled back and gave a wave. "Hi.. I brought wine." she held it out as she came inside and closed the door behind her. "Smells like spaghetti.. or at least tomatoes," she said suspiciously.