"Fair enough." They were standing close. Barely a foot between them, and Hermione realised what a really very small distance a foot was. Hardly any space at all; she could feel faint warmth radiating off his body even though, as always, he looked too cold. It gave her a chance, she told herself, to really look at him, for possibly the first time ever. She had never bothered to really look at him before, without her brain layering over what she saw with her hatred for him. She was just interested, she told herself. And...