"I don’t believe I said hello. How terribly rude of me." As Hermione feels the cooling calm of his magic settle around her, she can’t help but be continually fascinated by how connected it was to his emotions. Perhaps he was so aloof all the time to maintain better control of it. She’d been around plenty of powerful wizards in her life, but no one's magic had ever behaved quite like his. Before she had too much time to overthink that particular fact, her attention was drawn to the kiss he was pressing into her temple.