"Don't worry, Granger. I wasn't planning on it. I try not to think about it at all, usually," he says, as he scrubs the last few bits of filth from her face and neck, and then cleans and re-wets the handkerchief once more so that it is sopping, dripping water. "Here. You probably have, um, other places you want to clean," he says, flushing red to the tips of his ears, and looking away, and Hermione finds herself stifling the sudden, weak chuckle his embarrassment startles out of her. "Later. Once I'm gone."