She was too clever not to know what that meant. She'd kept that self-conversation at arms length since their Third Year, when Harry had first opened up to her about his desire for a family, one cruelly snatched away from him by being denied the chance to live with his Godfather. She was the first person he'd let that close to him. They'd crossed a boundary together without even flinching at the border, never stopping to consider the voyage beyond. That meant something important for them both, but Hermione was too young to really understand it, or how deep it went.