"I know what you mean. I've been leaning on Ron a bit more than I should." Hermione signaled to the bartender and took a sip when a glass of Chianti Classico appeared in front of her. Crookshanks let out a plaintive little mraow that she could hear across the room. She made a face and took another gulp of her wine, this time big enough that she really felt it. "I can't believe he's gone - we were just here a few weeks ago - "