"Calm down, Neville, please. It's fine; it's not your fault that Harry went and blabbed to you." Hermione gave Neville a reassuring nod and tried to smooth away her frown with her fingertips sweeping over her forehead, and smiled at him, albeit tiredly. "But please don't try to play matchmaker. What happens – or doesn't happen – between Malfoy and me is our business unless we should share it and invite opinion. And a firecall from Harry is not –" She broke off, her head jerking to the side and her eyes widening with badly hidden shock.