"It’s a curse." She elbowed Harry in the side and grinned at him; it was nice to have these moments. A calm before the approaching storm, a way to take her mind off the looming danger. Hermione just wished Ron were talking to her. He stood on the other side of Harry, but stayed a few feet away, apparently pretending that Hermione didn’t exist and her conversation with Harry wasn’t happening, his face turned toward Lupin and Aberforth.