Harry had a mouthful of hair and an armful of Hermione the moment they’d stepped out of McGonagall’s office. Harry wrapped her up, squeezing her tight when he realised she was still trembling. Her fingers seemed to tighten their hold on the back of his shirt. "Oh, Thank you, Harry. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I don’t know what she would’ve done, otherwise. And I know all of this is my fault in the first place. You didn't have to put yourself on the line for me." She sniffled, and Harry was sure the tears would stain his jumper, and he didn't know what to do with that apology and he was suddenly so very tired. He squeezed her just a little tighter. 