They shivered, and felt the surge of particles that ran through their systems, it was the ancient kind of magic at play that was binding them together, making them feel things only they could feel with each other and no one else, making them addicted to one another and Hermione whispered his name, tears brimming in her eyes from the intensity. And he greeted her with the softest expression he could muster, comforting her with honey like whispers that he felt the same. That he was and will always be into this, committed to her body, mind, soul and magic. 