Harry nodded, his smile drifting on the air again. Then Hermione felt his presence, creeping close and edging deeper into her. She gasped, but not at the intrusion. She gave to that willingly, let Harry cross her borders without even a second of hesitation. But it was his delicateness, his care, that surprised her. He was so soft and considerate! He would make love to her like this one day, Hermione knew, and she thrilled at the expectancy that the understanding flared in her heart.