Hermione took a deep breath. She had wanted to ease into this, but Harry was leaving her no choice.
"Harry." She reached across the table and carefully laid her hands over his. "You - the way you've been for the last few weeks - I've been worried about you. I thought this way we could talk without having to worry about someone recognizing you and owling Rita Skeeter."
Now he's going to bolt and I'll have to tell Ron that Harry isn't speaking to me -