"Hmm," Hermione nodded in agreement, somewhat content that maybe they were both tangled in this web of rituals, unrecognised feelings, and sexual attraction. If they actually did have a relationship emerging, they were certainly doing everything out of order: binding themselves through Blood Rituals, having sex, experiencing the first kiss, engaging in foreplay. For someone who lived as methodically as Hermione, it was all wrong. But then why did it feel so right?