"It's silly, really," Hermione began, shyly. "It's just that ... after that night at the Ministry, when I nearly died ... I had to look my feelings for you in the face properly for the first time. I'd been avoiding how they had been growing for a good couple of years by that point, which direction they were heading where you were concerned. But that year, it was getting harder and harder to ignore them. Especially as you'd starting noticing other girls. I really didn't like that, by the way, but what did it mean ... for me ... for us?