Harry looked at Hermione so warmly she practically melted under his gaze. It was hypnotic. There was no way she could refuse him. She limped the short few steps to close the space between them and practically fell into his arms. She tensed, sure he would flinch from her invading his space. But, on the contrary, he hoisted her arm around his neck, slid his around her dainty waist and guided her from the room. They didn't leave each others gaze the entire time. Neville turned to Enola as soon as they were gone.