Hermione was shyly astonished at the situation. She'd been abused, been raped, been exposed to the sexual deviancy expected of a senior Death Eater ... but Harry was the reticent one here, the one fearful in the face of her. It was so fundamentally backwards in Hermione's mind that she honestly struggled to process it. He was the one holding back, the one terrified of things going too far, or going so fast that he'd get them wrong and jeopardise this wonderful thing that they had started to build together. It was yet another fear that Hermione was crazily mindless to relieve him of.