            "Yes, I gave you no explanation or letter. Yes, I lied the last time I saw you. And yes, I—" Hermione forced herself to swallow for fear the words wouldn’t come out strangled. "Yes, I stole your Dad’s invisibility cloak." This time, it was her turn to step forward. Hesitantly, she laid her fingers on Harry’s outstretched wrist, ignoring his flinch. Not trying to lower his wand, but just to remind him that it was still her. She was still his Hermione. His family. "But no, I was nor  lured into anything by Malfoy. And no," she continued, her voice breaking with a sudden swell of emotion, "I am not alone."