His fingers squeeze at her thigh as he readjusts her leg, and his pelvis nudges into hers more...snugly than before as he shifts on his feet, and they both suck in their breaths sharply and look away; she can feel a blush heating her cheeks. She is only glad there is no bulge digging into her – that would be too awful. But he seems as far from aroused as is possible, thank Merlin. They shift against the wall awkward and jerky to try to get away from the too-realistic angle and nearly fall, only his quick save keeping them upright. Hermione breathes slowly, trying to keep her balance on the unsteady ground, with one leg wrenched into the air so that it is already beginning to ache and cramp a little.