Harry was flabbergasted by what Hermione was telling him. It was a book, how could it be mindless? He just didn’t get it. It had to be an American book, right? Ranches and widows. Harry’s brow furrowed.
He liked the way he could feel the heat on her cheeks through the thin material of his worn t-shirt. Harry didn’t know what to say. It seemed to be a common theme for him at the moment.
“Affair? I thought she was a widow?” Harry asked. He looked at his friend. “Hermione?” he began softly. “If you don’t…if-if you’re uncomfortable…we can talk about something else.” Harry smiled reassuringly at her as he adjusted his glasses a little.