"Yeah." His voice was husky and barely audible. "And she was going on about mudbloods, and...and... I told her I loved you." Hermione tensed, and he felt it, looked at her with worried eyes. "I didn’t tell her it was you. I mean, I didn’t tell her your name. I think she suspects it’s you, but..." Hermione smiled faintly, not letting herself worry about secrecy right now; her thumb still stroking over the sharp angle of his cheekbone.