"It's...it's different, Granger." His voice is thick and strained and guilt ridden. Hermione lays a large rectangle of gauze over the burn, smoothing it gently down. She can feel the discomfort humming under his skin as she takes every opportunity to touch him while she winds bandaging over and around the gauze. He's uncomfortable with her kindness, with her care. He recoils from the fact that the thought of him makes her feel safe, he refuses to accept that she could care about him, could want him even. To be fair, she finds it strange as well – but unlike him, she doesn't attribute it all to Stockholm Syndrome. She thinks perhaps there is an element of that involved...but at this point, she doesn't particularly care.