A soft, forced smile pressed on Hermione’s lips while her insides knotted. She felt bile rise in her throat. She chanced a glance over at Theo, whose carefree demeanor had subtly shifted. His shoulders were taut, his face stern as his eyes drifted slowly from Harry to Hermione. He leaned back on one elbow watching the conversation unfold. The rings on his fingers glittered as his thumb traveled over his jaw. 