Air rushed past Hermione's fingers, and it made her feel at peace.

Hermione was sitting in the front passenger seat of an old, beat-up, sky-blue Volkswagen van racing through Scotland. As green hills flew past her, she laughed for the sensation of flight that she had and glanced over to the driver to show how happy she was. Fleur, her hands comfortably in control of the wheel, spared Hermione a glance before turning back to the speedometer and the road ahead. Understanding that Fleur needed to concentrate, Hermione turned her attention to the back of the van. Precariously trying to get some water from the van's little portable sink, Ginny was a masterful balancing act in one of the backwards seats, while Harry was watching Ginny with amused interest, his elbow resting on the window sill, his black hair whipping in the wind from Hermione's open window. Neville was busy reading a Herbology book in the middle, his glasses having slipped from reading intently as the van bounced up and down on the road. Fast asleep against the far window, last of all, was Ron. With his face smushed into the glass pane, Hermione was sure she would have heard him snoring loudly if not for the whoosh of air past her ears. She couldn't help smiling for the sight of them all...