Ron had told the story at least a hundred times since the war. About a small light, one which had brought the sound of her voice to him, even when he was completely lost in the woods while searching for Hermione and Harry. He had regaled everyone he knew about how that light led him to them, even though Hermione had done her best to make their trail Untraceable.

Even though Hermione had never seen the Deluminator work in quite that way with her own eyes, she still did her best to conjure a small ball of light, warm in hue as it hovered over in Ron's direction. This close to the wedding, Hermione was sure that he was working on something she wasn't meant to look at. And so, she sent the light to draw his attention instead.

She waited for him to notice, laughing under her breath as she guided the light playfully with the point of her wand.