"I'm joking, Hermione. Though... perhaps, I should tell you..." He paused, pulling away and shuffling his feet uncomfortably. He was looking at her but found that he couldn't quite meet her gaze at this next confession, and looked down at his feet instead. He felt her move back into his space, saw her socked toes touch the tips of his shoes, and felt her cool hand on his cheek, guiding his face back up.