Hermione knew that she had likely stepped a bit far. In a way, the gesture had been meant to gauge where Harry was, exactly, in thinking about the two girls who vied (although not necessarily consciously) for his attention. As much as Hermione knew that Harry cared for both Kate and Ginny, there was only so much that one could observe from a distance, and trying to spend too much time around Harry when he was with either girl seemed far too intrusive for Hermione's tastes. All she knew was that romantic interest was sometimes a flighty thing, that Harry had once been so enamored with Cho, that he'd still perked up at the thought of girls chasing after him all the way through sixth year. And the hint of desperation that war afforded wasn't precisely something Hermione wanted to judge by.
The look on Harry's face, however, seemed to speak volumes.
Pressing her lips together, Hermione glanced once around the crowd, quietly pleased that the majority of them seemed to know not to interrupt the two of them- at least, when it was clear that they were engaged in conversation. Quietly, she murmured, "You're having doubts, aren't you? Although perhaps this isn't the best place to talk about it, but you should know that you can, with me. Whenever you need."
The look on Harry's face, however, seemed to speak volumes.
Pressing her lips together, Hermione glanced once around the crowd, quietly pleased that the majority of them seemed to know not to interrupt the two of them- at least, when it was clear that they were engaged in conversation. Quietly, she murmured, "You're having doubts, aren't you? Although perhaps this isn't the best place to talk about it, but you should know that you can, with me. Whenever you need."
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