He hadn’t asked her why, as he let his head fall against her shoulder, and inhaled the sweet scent of her. She was clean and bright, the same as when his mother had once hugged him before he’d felt disgusted at her arms around him. "You need to be good," Hermione said again, her voice trembling. He asked then, why she wanted him to, and she’d half-choked on a sob as she hugged him to her.