He was thinking back to when Rose had hugged him. It had been strange. He wasn't sure he had liked it. It seemed wrong, inappropriate. No woman had hugged him that way in years, and she wasn't even a woman. She was just a child who believed she could find good even where there was none. He wanted to think that she reminded him of Hermione, her affection, her desire to believe in him, but it wasn't entirely true.