"Well, not everything. I'm sure there are still many things I don't know about him," Hermione said, walking over with the tea and setting a cup on the table in front of Pansy, sitting at the end of the table herself, hands wrapped around her cup. She swallowed and continued in a quiet, calm, voice, actually sharing something real with Pansy and hoping the girl didn't throw it back in her face, but expecting her to do so in her current state. But she said it anyway, because some things needed to be said aloud, and it wasn't important who you spoke them to, just that they were spoken. "Sometimes I look at him and I still see a stranger. But then I'm sure he does the same with me. No one really knows anyone else, do they?"