Tom pulls her up and grips her hips as she holds her mouth in front of his, allowing a golden glow, a piece of her soul, flow from her into Tom, bringing them both to their knees still clinging to each other. Unlike when Tom made his first Horcrux, Hermione's was filled with coldness, and despair, their bond forcibly severed once more, soon to return with an even more all consuming warmth. But not without sending them into the deepest depression before granting them the gift of feeling everything the other felt as if they themselves were experiencing it.