Hermione and Ron
Hermione made her way around the room, stopping every so often to talk to one her boss's contacts. She also took the time to converse with any members of the Wizengamot in an effort too feel them out for the upcoming parole hearings. At least this evening most people were to busy focusing on themselves. This meant that Hermione didn't have to worry about fielding too many questions about her time in those eight months.
When the current song ended, she released herself from the arms of an elderly wizard who had just recently been widowed. The stories he'd told her about his wife had been simply beautiful. The way his eyes shined when he spoke of her had made Hermione think about Ron. She had seen him earlier in the evening and it had made her realize how much she missed him. It was funny, she didn't even remember what it was they had fought about.