Deciding dwelling on what was impossible wasn’t what she wanted to do, she reached for her journal to note this latest time spent with Sam. When she turned to the next blank page she about dropped the book. It would seem Sam had found her journal while at the library and where she should be furious at him for reading her private thoughts she found she couldn’t wrangle up even irritation. Instead, she found herself smiling broadly and bouncing in her seat like a teenager that just found out her crush liked her too. Well, it was true, the crush part but she was no long a teenager and had never acted this way before. Deciding to pay Sam a visit, she would put a shield up just in case; Hermione closed the book and headed to the shower.