"I know, I know," said Hermione, tiredly. "But I got so conditioned to it. Taught myself that's all there was to it. But now ... I need physical intimacy with Harry, like he's a drug. I need to touch him ... all of the time. That's why asking me to stay away from him is like asking me to do without oxygen. I have to be near him. But I've realised ... I always have, this is nothing new. Even when we were kids. And it's not just because he makes me feel ridiculously safe ... which he does ... but my own body yearns to be next to his ... to feel his heat on mine. But I've gotten so used to the cold. It's all so confusing."