She catches that quick gesture, and catches her breath. The wine has muddled her sensed just a bit, only made things fuzzy in places, and yet the proximity of Harry's face, of her lips to Harry's lips, is crystal clear. Stands out.

She blinks, his nonsensical question confusing her.

"I didn't ask about food," she murmurs.

She should pull away before she embarasses herself like an utter fool. Hermione Granger is not an utter fool.