            She nodded quickly and grasped tighter to her own goblet. "We have to hurry," she urged. Feeding him was going to be far harder due to their height difference. Hermione pressed onto her tiptoes when she realized he was already sitting, his knees opening to let her stand between. Cheeks burning, chest burning, Hermione stepped between them and poised the goblet’s rim against his parted lips. His head tilted back, then his Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow.