Harry helped Hermione slowly down the main staircase of the house. He moved gently, wary of her injuries, but he was in no rush. She was pinned to his side, her breath warm against his neck. He was in no hurry to break this position and she seemed equally as content where she was. She was in acute discomfort, Harry could feel that physically, but she was also grinning, inside and out. It made Harry's own insides do the sorts of flips and turns that grown men really shouldn't be partial to.