It was bad enough not having parents—he couldn’t imagine how terrible it felt for Hermione, knowing that they were out there, but that they didn’t even remember she existed, and wouldn’t even recognize her face to face. xnx That suited Harry just fine, since the previous night had been even more awkward than the night before it. Harry thought he spoke, but he didn’t recognize his own voice. Hermione was already up, cooking breakfast. Harry stood up and, after a moment’s hesitation, ducked back into the tent. Harry felt himself drifting when he heard Hermione giggle. But the image of Hermione, legs spread, her fingers penetrating her own body, sprang into his mind and wouldn’t leave. “Don’t tell him,” she said, “but I am glad that he’s back.”
“I figured that,” Harry admitted, sitting down beside her; the ground was very cold, but he didn’t complain.
