Hermione felt a greyish sort of spell lift from her ... and a floodgate of emotion opened in her heart. It wasn’t all good. She felt exactly as she had done when she was sixteen ... first admitting being in love with Harry and utterly terrified of it. Then she felt angry as she remembered Harry going mental over that hoe Ginny Weasley, even though she hadn’t felt so vitriolically possessive at the time.