"We had something. Something I’ve never felt with anyone else. He – he understands me in a way that Ron, for example, could never hope to. Somehow...we fit together. We make sense. I never would have believed it before; I hated him, you know. Really, really hated him. But...somehow it works. He makes me feel so good. Alive," Hermione mused half to herself, glancing briefly up at Tonks, and the older witch smiled slightly, waiting for Hermione to go on. Hermione flushed and turned her eyes back to her hands, rubbing her fingers over her mottled bruises as she went on.