Her heart wouldn't stop thudding against her ribs. Harry's voice was soothing, soporific, and Hermione realised with a jolt that he was good at this. A natural, an expert without even trying. Harry had a knack for innate skills, but for some silly reason Hermione had never imagined this to be another one of them. But here it was, right in front of her eyes. She was glad she didn't have to speak, as all the words she knew were lodged in her throat and refusing to budge, lest she voice aloud the wild thoughts chasing each other through her mind just now.