Hermione's head tilted to one side at his voice, at the way he spoke. At the fact that his face wasn't doing the thing that it had been doing for the last several months. That ridiculously handsome kicked puppy look that made her feel like a complete and utter piece of shit. He looked... peaceful. Which was strange, and interesting, and... sort of nice. "I... don't know what to say. Do you think you're not in love with me?" It was a hopeful question.