For a large part of Hermione thought it was ridiculous to consider that she was falling back in love with Harry, especially after such a short period of knowing that he was still alive. After all, she hadn't seen or spoken to him yet, and she didn't like to think of herself as falling in love with an idea of Harry, rather than the man himself. But then, she wondered, was it easier to believe that had she just never stopped loving him? Had she simply, due to lack of encouragement, put her emotions into a sort of stand-by mode, just in case the impossible happened, and that Harry's mere emergence now had been enough to switch them back on again? The answers, like her injuries, were resolving themselves at their own, frustratingly slow pace.