They sat there in silence for several moments. Hermione didn’t know where to begin. She had stormed after him with the full intention of putting him in his place. Make her confessions. Demand answers. Perhaps even continue what he started in the Love Room. Now she was here, still catching her breath, and her mind was blank. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to tell him, but her mind couldn’t think of a single sentence that wasn’t some ridiculous cliche.