"Night Watch by Terry Pratchett, huh? Is it any good?" Theo asked, sitting the two bags of takeout on the counter next to her. Hermione, who hadn’t heard him come in, let out a squeak and jumped, nearly falling off the stool. Theo put his hands on her waist. "There, there, I didn’t mean to startle you. Let’s not let you get hurt." And finally when she was sitting stable again, "That’s a good girl." Theo pretended he didn’t notice the way she bit her lip and a blush colored those lovely bronze cheeks. She definitely was nothing like he had imagined Englishwomen. He’d probably watched too much Pride and Prejudice with Fleur and Pansy.