"Oh, no, it wasn't a peck," said Hermione, blushing right into her fringe now. "I lingered on purpose, kept my lips to his cheek just a second more than a friend should have. I hoped he'd notice that. I dwelt on it all Summer, too ... wondering what Harry thought about what I'd done. I was borderline panicked when I knew he was on the way to see us, obsessed by what he was going to say. But he didn't bring it up at all when we met again, or ever, actually. Though, in defence of his cluelessness, he had just seen one of our classmates killed and Riddle reborn into his body. He was a little distracted, even if I did hope that a bit of kissing with me might have cheered him up!"