Harry stared down at his captive, held fast by Myfanwy's binding spell. He was a little manic. He was shivering from battle, the adrenaline still pulsing through him. He looked positively ecstatic and his eye was actually glowing. Hermione was beside herself. Harry was so powerful, so intense in this mode, it made her entire body ache for him at the mere sight. His energy was like a drug. She wanted him so badly, she wasn't sure she could resist for much longer.