"Yeah, I know," he said quietly, looking at her, his defenses slipping. "I know I got lucky. I know I was stupid. It's just... if you know that I know that? Can that be enough? It was Rookwood, Hermione. I didn't know that either, they were all masked, but it was him. He's the one who killed..."
He didn't want to say it again. Bringing up Fred's name now, when he was with her and not Harry, seemed a lot harder. "Not an excuse, I just don't want everyone to know how close it was..."
And then he really looked at her, and saw how close she was to crying. "We can figure it out, can't we? We always do." He wanted to get up and hug her, but that wasn't an option. "We have to..."