It was only then Hermione realised that the air around them was throbbing. It was heaving like it had in the Ritual Chamber, encasing them in such a cocoon of energy ... it was like bathing in caramel. But it wasn't Harry's energy ... it was hers ... or theirs. She couldn't define it properly. She only knew she didn't want to leave it ... ever. Harry was letting her in, this was his way of showing her. And he'd let her unveil his face ...