Hermione sighed at the feel of his lips against her temple. Rolling over onto her back so she could meet his eyes, she prepared to do what she tried so very rarely to do. Admitting one's faults or conceding that perhaps they might have been wrong could easily be considered weaknesses. She certainly believed it so. But, remembering the look in his grey eyes when they were still seated at his table made her no longer care if she was perceived as weak by the wizard. He deserved better than that.