"Don't see why not," he said, keeping her warm, familiar hands a few beats longer. Anyone seeing them would think they were lovers, but Harry felt comfortable with Hermione's vetting of this place. He wasn't worried about flashing lights and Rita Skeeter twisting a moment between friends into something ugly.
"We could get a box and give Ron his own cheering section. If you can stand some of our circle mixing with your work friends?"