Hermione stared at him then for a long moment, as though she had never seen him before. The man before her was her friend, the one-time evil little git and then Death Eater – whom she had now tumbled into incredibly inconvenient head-over-heels infatuation with. And that was...so, so strange. She stared at him with wide, puzzled eyes trying to comprehend it, and he gave her a puzzled look, waved a hand in front of her face to get her attention. "Herm–"