Hermione steeled her expression. She'd been thinking long and hard about this. "Teach me how to fight. I mean properly. I want to become an Acolyte of St David, like you and Harry's mum. I'm not good enough for him just now. But I so fucking will be. I swear it on our unborn children. I want his Mum to be proud of me as her daughter-in-law ... maybe for his Dad to fancy me just a bit.