It took almost everything she had to control her emotions in front of him and the few scattered patrons in the London bar in which she'd found part time employment. She kept her lips together, breathing slowly in and out through her nose to control the gallop of her heart inside her chest. She didn't need him to know she was as scared and sad for him as she was excited to see him again.
And she most certainly had grown up. Hermione Granger used to be the slightly full cheeked, bushy haired tom boy girl that barely ever left his brother's side. Now, years of running had thinned her out in most areas, her hips still straight, legs stick thin and cheeks rather too hollow. She looked almost starved, but that was in style, wasn't it? The only thing full about her was her chest, probably enhanced somehow beneath the small teeshirt she was wearing for work. It was odd in compare to the woman she used to be.
"I have to... legal regulations, working in a bar, you know." She smirked at some amusing thought. They hired her illegally, just working under the table for tips, none of them knew her real name. But yet they wouldn't let her wear her hair down. Maybe it was because people would complain?
Her eyes nervously flickered to the room and then, confirming they were basically alone in the corner of this bar, she looked back to hm. "Look...I... I don't care if you stay, but please.... please don't tell anyone I'm here. I can't find another job and they'll just come hunt me down if they know. Please. I don't know what... What they did to you but... please, swear it, you won't tell."