Hermione blinked again, and sensation came rushing back. She throbbed and ached passionately between her legs, which were sticky with moisture; her heart was speeding at all her pulse points and she was manically exhilarated ... but Harry was fretfully dabbing that cold cloth to her sweaty brow. And he looked so fraught with worry for her that Hermione wildly thought that he was about to burst into tears.