Offering her his hand, she didn't know if she should take it or not. Deciding that it couldn't hurt if he was just a figment of her imagination, Hermione took it. Solid and comforting, the hand helped her to her feet. Realizing that she could feel him which proved that he was most assuredly not just in her head, she felt dumb. She placed her hands on the outside of both of his cheeks to stare into the familiar brown eyes. His smile put her instantly at ease. She kissed both of his cheeks and pulled him against her for a tight embrace. Oliver wrapped his arms around her back, another reminder that he was real. When they broke apart, she reached for his hand again needing reassurance that he wasn't about to float away.