Harry felt a big brotherly rush to defend Hermione's honor overtake him, in spite of the fact that he had personally witnessed them necking not hours earlier, and in the middle of the battle itself, no less. Tilting her head, her chocolate-brown eyes fluttering open, Hermione's gaze shifted and spotted Harry, her orbs bulging and she started to make frantic squeaking noises into her lover's mouth until she and Ron finally broke apart, both of them red-faced and with their arms still wound tight about each other.