Things Unsaid

He turned to her, scoffing playfully, deflecting a bit. "Read me? Like one of your books? Am I a book to you, Granger?"

Despite her temporarily different face, Hermione's expression was still her familiar blend of warmth, bright, genuine, yet knowing. She gave him a look, then gave him a pass. "Yes, you are." She smiled coyly. "And one of my favorites, too. If you must know."