It takes a moment to realize how his hands are moving; efficiently pulling it into a braid. No one has braided her hair for her since she was small. And this certainly doesn’t feel the same. He makes quick work of it, muttering a charm at the end to hold it secure in a single thick plait down her spine. Hermione barely has time to wonder where he learned it before he’s taken her wrists in one hand. A delicious shiver runs through her and then there’s pressure and darkness as he apparates them both.