Neville & Hermione
"I'm taking care of myself just fine, Mione," he replied. It was sort of true. He ate most of the time, and slept some of the time. Every other moment was busy wracking his brain with ideas, making sure people were taken care of, and trying to make new allies. The war might have seemed cold on the end of the Ministry, but there would be no rest for him until this shit reality was set right. This wasn't the world they were supposed to be in. This wasn't the world his parents fought for, that Harry fought for, that the Lupins fought for.
"This is nice, isn't it?" he questioned softly, though it was more rhetorical than anything. After that, he leaned in a bit. "Don't tell anyone, but I wanted to celebrate. I can't give you many details, but I think I've managed to figure out something actually good on our end, for once." He held up his cup of beer to her whiskey, leaning back out to give her personal space back. "So cheers."