For if she could accurately define completion in her life, this sense of this moment would be it for Hermione Jane Potter. Harry fit inside her perfectly, stretched her out and filled her up at the same time, as if his shape had been designed with hers in mind. She gasped at its symmetry, the sheer perfection of it. He touched her everywhere, on all her sides, causing her not an ounce of discomfort as she was sent into wondrous raptures as she clenched around him.