Harry took the opportunity presented by the pause and brought a hand up Hermione's back, before letting it get lost in the floral shampoo-scented abyss of her bushy hair. He loved this, the gentility of it. In a life that had been so coarse and brutal, this was a refreshing change of pace. One day, he'd have to find a way to tell her, in a way that would do the whole thing justice.