"My mother said she liked the hat," he offered after a brief silence, still smiling uncertainly. "And I do too. I've – I've never gotten a gift like that, before, Hermione." He took a little breath as if steeling himself, and met her eyes. "It means a lot," he said quietly, as if that was something very important, and Hermione smiled back at him, wide and happy. It was wobbly, the tentative bridge of friendship that they were building between them, but it seemed like it was getting sturdier, and Hermione thought she quite liked that.