Hermione was thankful for the squeeze to her hand. It was nice that she had someone so supportive to listen to her babble about her problems. "You're right." She said, returning the gentle squeeze. "I'll have to start living like life is too short, you know? Start taking more chances, and enjoying my life. Because before you know it... it could be over. And then what? There's so many things I haven't done."
She didn't normally think so philosophically. Normally Hermione was a more intellectual person. But after being so close to death... it made her think twice.
She lifted her teacup for a sip, but even with the milk it was still too hot. "Listen to me, going on. Tell me how you've been."