Harry looked down and nodded, bothering the corner of the quilt with his fingers. "Yeah, it is. I want you so badly, Hermione ... you have to believe that. But I don't want any part of it to be bad ... for you ... when it happens. Not during, not after ... and not even before. I can't stand the thought of our love-making being powered by one of our darknesses ... so I wont allow it. I'm not going to sleep with you to make you forget your pain ... or to try and get over a nightmare about Ron. Because that's what this was, wasn't it?"