It is. It’s a fizzing heat in his blood, as if he’s somehow been injected with pure joy, a sentiment he can’t remember feeling ... well, ever. "I want you," he says, finally twisting his fingers in that cloud of hair the way he’s wanted to for years. "I want you, Hermione Granger. I want you like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone before. But this – the way our magic is combining – if we continue, it will bind us forever."