Hermione caught up to him, leaving Blaise trailing behind. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words got stuck. She wanted desperately to ask why he had been thinking about her in an intimate moment with Pansy or to apologise for thinking the worst of him about The Citadel. Looking at him as he strode next to her, one step for every two of hers. He was scowling slightly, and she wanted to smooth out the lines on his forehead. She marvelled again at how well he had grown into his pointy childhood features. His jawline, especially when it was clenched like it was now, made her belly flutter.