Harry grinned. It always amused him that Hermione always pointed out that she was older. Why not? She was certainly wiser than he or Ron. If he’d had a little more restraint, he would have considered what she said about “the Prince’s” book the year before. Would it have changed anything? Harry doubted it, but that didn’t make Hermione any less right.
“N-no,” he answered readily. “We…we really haven’t.” Harry swallowed hard, feeling as if he might be on very thin ice. He didn’t think that Hermione would get mad, he would be sure to be careful enough with his words to prevent that, but the uncharted territory made it very hard to figure out how to proceed.
“Do you…talk about that with anyone else?” Harry asked, figuring that might a good way to start. However, a voice in the back of his mind tried to convince him to change the subject. Teenage hormones won out.
“Thanks,” Harry said, a little breathlessly. What was happening?
Harry nodded. “Maybe I should read one?” Where did that come from? Harry really didn’t think he would read one.
Trying to make her feel better, he added, “Well, I had part of my dream that was…kind of like that. So, I get it…” His comment really didn’t make any sense. He wanted to make her feel better by saying they were in the same boat. But, what did that mean? Harry was just assuming that Hermione was randy after reading like he had been after his dream. But was she?