"Despite what you may believe, it has been eating me alive ever since." His grip on the backrest tightened and he noticed how his black tie slipped from the pin and was brushing against her chest. But she never looked away from him despite how close he was. "I have been thinking of you every night of every day. I wish I could wash my hands of you but I can not. Not when I order every bloody wizard newspaper from the Auror Chronicles to the Quibbler just so I can look at a moving picture of you. And almost always you are accompanied by either a Weasley or Potter. It drives me mad how much I regret it, Hermione."