It was a good thing Celesca was saying something, because Hermione had lost all concept of language. In fact, she'd lost all concept of everything. Life was being redefined, rewritten as she floated there, hugging Harry impossibly close. She had no idea how she was still alive, because she'd forgotten how to breathe. All she knew was this connection, this link from her soul, touching Harry's own and fusing with it in the most tender, delicate and unbelievably emotional way, a way she had never even conceived would be possible.