Hermione cupped a hand delicately to Harry's good, left side. Her thumb tracked a path back and forth across his cheek as she smiled beautifully at him. His skin was maddeningly soft, despite the damage so blatantly staring back at her. She looked as close as she ever had before, inspected every inch of flesh, the good and the hurt. Then she just gazed into Harry's eye, both of hers boring into his lone pupil, communicating all her thoughts and wants and desires as best as she could manage, determined to make Harry believe every single one of them before the night was out.