"How does it work? The magic thing. Do we just dig into each other's reserves? How did we create that incendio blast in the field, I don't quite understand." Hermione lifted her hand and rested it on his abdomen, right above the spot where Dolohov had sent the unforgivable curse. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, untucking it from his belt and pushed her hand up under the hem. He shivered involuntarily and closed his eyes. Her touch was like heaven, every nerve ending in his body zeroed in on the place where her fingers lightly stroked his abs.