He slams the Muggle book shut and stands up, suddenly restless. He has spent the last few months trying not to think about Hermione Granger – or at least trying to think of her only as a member of the Order, not as an individual, not, Merlin forbid, as a woman. His control slips, and he sees her as he has too often in his mind, the way she looked that last night when she came into his room to tell him she thought he was brave.