"What is it that you want to know, then?" he asked wearily, resting his chin on the top of her head. It felt lovely. Hermione nibbled on her lower lip uncomfortably as she tried to catalogue her concerns; she wasn’t a person who talked about her feelings and private thoughts with anyone openly. She had never really had the sort of close girl friends that she could discuss extremely personal things with, and Harry and Ron were, well, Harry and Ron. She could talk to Harry sometimes, but not generally about relationships and feelings, and Ron, well – her feelings for Ron had been the main thing Hermione had worried about in the past. She didn’t know what on earth to say to Draco, her mind blank.