But as soon as he spoke the words he knew they were true. The whiteness shifted in its sensation. It wasn't dense and smothering anymore, but pure and comforting. He was in Hermione's mind! And it was much nicer than his own, that was for sure. It was so clean, so ordered. Harry huffed with jealousy at it. She would have to lend him the space, he could meditate in utter peace here. It would be like a little holiday.