She gulped, her hands instinctively rising to hook onto his arm. "I don't – I - " His grip wasn't altogether too tight, he knew better than to leave marks, but after a minute or so Hermione started to feel a bit woozy. She wasn't sure how much longer she could fight him. "Wait," She gasped. He didn't loosen his hold on her, merely lifting a blonde brow expectantly. "He has a son. His son goes to the school as well."