Her mind had wandered far away. It could be anywhere, or nowhere. Harry was there with her, holding her so tenderly that she felt fragile in his arms. His hold was so softly secure it was as if he daren't let her go, lest she shatter beyond repair. She'd be no good to anyone else if he did, not that she wanted anyone else. It could be just her and Harry in an empty world for all she cared. That suited her just fine. She relaxed and enjoyed these giddying sensations.