Harry shook his head and looked down at his forearm, where Hermione's hand had found its way to rest. He might have been looking at curiosity itself, such was the child-like expression on his face. Hermione took a shuddering breath and a huge risk. She brought her hand up, snaked it shakily around his shoulder. Harry tensed, then seemed to give in to her. Emboldened, she curled her other arm up and around his neck and linked her fingers together at his nape. Gently, and with several false starts of uncertainty, Hermione coaxed Harry's broken head slowly forwards, her heartrate exploding to an increasingly-furious hammering the closer he came.