            "I..." She wet her lips. "I am sorry, truly sorry about one thing, though. Back at the manor, you kept asking me to have a drink with you. And I..." Hermione curled her fingers into his shoulder as his pupils expanded just a sliver wider. "I know now, what you meant. I should have said yes to that drink. Said yes to—to  you.  But I didn’t because I was afraid of the way you made me feel. I should have said yes long before it got too complicated with Sirius, or until you were nearly dead."