Harry laughed to himself at the memory. He might as well just give in... he was happy today. What was the point in pretending otherwise? He didn't want to be just now, not for what he had to do, but Hermione just had this special magic about her. It was one of the most potent forces ever discovered by humankind. Maybe she could write a textbook about it, petition for it to be added to the curriculum at Hogwarts once everything was back to normal ... for it was a sort of sorcery worth studying in Harry's view.