She smiled and, when he placed his arm around her, Hermione leaned into his side. This was the sort of thing she had wanted for so badly while she had been traveling with Harry. A moment's relief, a warm body. It was why she had wondered if she was in love with him so many times. The comfort of another person on terrible days. She offered up a content sigh, absently watching the television. It was so odd how she could feel so comfortable and happy with someone who had been so terrible in the past. Resting her head against him, Hermione took in a breath, "Just boot me out when you're ready, then," she said lightly and tilted her head to look at him, "I wouldn't want to wear out my welcome so soon, after all."