There could very well be danger. It wasn't as if they had eliminated all of the Death Eaters in the process, people who still thought that Voldemort's views were the right ones, and who could still try to create their own uprising.
Looking over her arm, she smiled at him. "It smells good," she complimented, now tossing the salad, and going to the fridge to search for the dressing. She returned back to her spot, and began to pour the caesar dressing over the bowl of salad.
Hermione tilted her head a little bit so he could obtain better access to her neck, and sighed a bit too heavenly. This felt wonderful, and natural, and just perfect. "Yes, I think so."