Hermione followed Harry into the room, taking in a deep breath as she looked around. Part of her was warring with the rest, shouting that she shouldn't tell him the future if he was from the past - wouldn't that mess with the time and with the course of everything? But another part of her couldn't bear to keep things from him. He was her best friend, after all. It would help him to know. He deserved to know. "No one's really explained much to me either," she spoke up, brow furrowed. "I'm not even sure where here is," Hermione added quietly.
When he offered water, Hermione shook her head. "I'm fine, thanks," she said and then managed a small chuff of laughter when he mentioned being hungry. "I've been hungry so long, I don't think I would know if I wasn't. Ever since we've been on the move, there's only been the barest of things I've managed to scrounge up and you know how-," she stopped herself short and ducked her head, face flushing when she realized she was talking to him as if he was from her time. Hermione lifted a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and then shot Harry a sheepish look. "Sorry."
Another deep breath was taken in and Hermione fixed him with a determined look. "So, shall I just... explain everything or is there anything specific you want to know? That might be easier... so much has happened since fifth year." She offered a small smile, "It seems like ages ago."