Hermione required no second invitation. She slipped an arm around Harry's neck and drew his shattered body to her own. She needed this so badly. She had been restless not being able to touch him, to soothe him. She tensed her throat, held still the tears building behind her eyes. She had to feel Harry alive, breathing, moving despite his pain. She was mindless at how close she'd come to losing him for good. She couldn't keep the thought still in her head for any more than a few seconds. The grief it inspired was overwhelming.