But for now, his only focus was on Hermione. Oddly, the very act of her holding open the door to her bedroom suite made Harry's insides do somersaults. Then there was the idea of her leading him to the bed. That was an entirely new sensation that he would have to properly deconstruct later. Tucking her in was just beyond his understanding of life or his vocabulary. It lodged his heart in his throat as he tried to be as delicate as he could with her. And the sweet look in her eyes ... he couldn't even hold her gaze with it. It muted the world for a moment.