"I didn't ask for it, not really. I was second to June and then she ended up disappearing, or going home, whatever it is that happens to us, and now... Here I am. Hermione Granger, Marchioness. I have my house and now, apparently, I have a room at the Citadel and people at my command." Hermione, compared to him, has so much, and she wishes she could share it with him. She wishes she could share her world with him, all of it. She gives him a dirty look all the same, pursing her lips... Before she breathes out. "Of course I will. If she needs anything, Harry, she can ask me. Oh!" She sits up, turning sharply. "I could make her a compass!"