"That doesn't make any sense," Hermione pointed out, then she frowned stared into the fire, because looking at him she wasn't sure if that would make her want to slap him, or kiss him. These days, she was torn always between one or the other. "I'm always level headed," Except, she knew, when it came to him, she wasn't at all. And the horcrux made her as far from it in everything else.