Over the last month or so, this had become one of they’re favourite things to do together. He’d bumped into her, not long after Teddy’s party, in Flourish and Blotts. She’d been wandering down the aisles humming softly to herself, head tilted to better read the titles. They joked about how strange it was that they both would spend their weekends perusing through thousands of books. Then spent the rest of the afternoon searching through the stacks together, picking out books for the other, talking animatedly about each one. They’d done it every Saturday afternoon since, exploring a different book shop every week. Afterwards, they always went back to his place, drank tea and curled up on the sofa reading aloud to each other until it turned dark. More often than not on these nights, there was no sexual contact. These days were being added to the pile of emotions Hermione was still not ready to deal with.