Hermione knew Harry wasn’t telling her everything—she could remember seeing bruises on his wrists and once on his shoulder when the collar of his shirt had slipped when on the train to Hogwarts—but she didn’t press him about it. She didn’t want to lose her friend because she pried too far into his home life. No, she just pulled him into a gentle, but tight hug. He let her, and they just sat there for a long time.