Deploying her secret weapon of using his name worked; Tom relaxed, his shoulders loosening a fraction. He gently tugged on her wrist, inviting her back under the privacy of the umbrella. Hermione offered no resistance, sucked into him like a moth to a flame or a galaxy to a black hole. He gently turned her in place, guiding her to press her back against his chest and folding his arm across her belly, tugging her close.