There went the olive branch. She wanted to get up and leave, she wanted to go inside and curl up with the quilt that was draped over the couch in the living room, or jog over to Harry and Draco and run around, get some heat back in her bones, but Moony’s deep breathing forced her to stay where she was. "You haven’t called me Hermione since I was fourteen. You know what? I was going to apologize yesterday but now, for the life of me, I can’t even imagine what for."