Hermione sighed; she knew Tonks was right. They were all grown men and could take care of themselves, but she was still worried. She looked at the clock again and as the sun set, her chest tightened with that familiar sensation she got on every full moon. She thought maybe she’d tell the girls about their moment in the library, or how he took care of her earlier that evening, but it didn’t feel right. Not yet. Not until she talked to Remus, not until she talked to Malfoy.