[ It's a mess and Hermione knows it is - and she knows she's made a mistake as soon as the realisation of what is going to come slams into Remus like some kind of slap in the face. She's gone too far and she's pushed too hard and now she's hurt Remus, too, not just herself and not just James. Knowing that... It makes things hard and something clenches in her chest, something tight and painful, and she has to swallow it back, shove it down and press it into the back of her mind before she breathes out.

She has made a mistake - a terrible one. Now not only is she risking James' future and his happiness but Remus' too, and Sirius'. Her concern for Peter isn't quite as strong as it is for the others for obvious reasons, but there's no need for the boy - and, Merlin help her, he's a boy and she's just a girl, really, only becoming a woman because she had to, growing up too fast - sitting beside her to suffer.

Breathing out, she stares at her tea for another long, drawn out moment before she turns her gaze back to him. When she speaks, her voice is quiet. ]

Do you really want to know? All the things I could tell you - all the things that I know. Do you really want to hear it?