Hermione pressed her eyes shut briefly before looking up at the man, the  wizard,  beside her. Dastardly handsome, dangerously broken. Somehow she knew he rarely showed weakness, that he was hidden behind a facade, a self-made brick wall that kept all his emotions and vulnerabilities at bay and disguised from those around him. Hermione had always thought him to be adept at Occlumency, but now his shields were gone. 