"It’s fine. You didn’t have any reason to tell me before now." His bright eyes were soft with empathy and Hermione realised for the millionth time just how lucky she was to have a friend like Harry. He understood her without needing it explained to him. She hadn’t talked to anyone about what had happened to her, and so far none of the others had ever asked about it, thank god. Hermione suspected their lack of prying had more to do with the wizarding world being bereft of any knowledge of trauma therapy though, rather than being out of respect for her wish for privacy. Hermione was grateful for it anyway, although she did have the niggling feeling that Muggles were probably right about it being important to talk out your experiences.