"Even... More... so?" Hermione dragged out the question as if it was rather odd. Not that she was judging him, no she'd never do that. Not because he seemed to care for her more. It was just a little... different. "No... I mean I..." She wasn't sure of herself all of a sudden. "I want to be more than friends." She had enjoyed the few stolen kisses.
She caught her lower lip. This wasn't going very smoothly was it? Hermione knew in reality that she had children with Ron. And she shouldn't, absolutely shouldn't, want to be more than friends with Harry. But... it was a case of the heart wanting what it wanted. And who was she to defy what her heart was telling her? "We could... take it slow? Perhaps that would be best?"