Hermione felt pulled to her feet.  She hadn’t meant to stand, but he looked so lost, and she crossed over to stand near him as if proximity would answer all the questions she didn’t know how to articulate. When she searched his grey eyes, however, she only fell deeper into confusion.  He was chewing on one corner of his bottom lip, perfect teeth pressing into the pink flesh, and she couldn’t stop looking at that mouth.  "We’re friends, aren’t we?" he asked again.  "I know we weren’t when this started, but are we now?"