The Great Hall
In the aftermath, there was an expectant hush, as the crowd realized that Voldemort had fallen for good, and then the air was filled with cheers and sobs, laughter and stray tears. Most eyes were on Harry, still in the middle of the hall, being crushed in an embrace from Hermione and Ron.
Hermione stepped back and looked around as others came up to hug Harry, her eyes searching anxiously. Her face had fallen into near disappointment when she at last spotted her objective. She scrambled through the array of people single-mindedly, gathering bemused looks all around.
Hermione collided with the unaware figure of Draco, pushing him back up against the wall he had been attempting to blend into, and, with quite a few people now watching them and assuming they were about to see Draco get punched, she grabbed the front of his jacket and slammed her lips onto his.
Draco promptly reciprocated, wrapping an arm around Hermione's waist, but after a few moments, he pulled away, and taking her hand, they fled the Great Hall.
Only two of the people observing this event did not appear shocked.
"Finally," said Ron, scratching his chin. "She's been bloody annoying about him."
"Yeah," Harry absentmindedly agreed. "You see Ginny anywhere?"
