After a minute or so, Hermione disentangled herself from Harry's arms. He felt her go sadly, he'd have liked to have kept her there just a little longer, despite the morbidity of their situation. But he was joyous a moment later, for Hermione had merely shifted to an earlier position, with her back pressed into Harry's chest. She pulled his arms back around her waist and folded her own over them, interlocking their fingers when they fell so perfectly together.