"I think I tried to break his ribs and squash the life out of him," Hermione smiled, remembering. "It was some hug, even by my standards when it comes to Harry. I've always liked giving him a good squeeze. He had been attacked by Dementors that Summer, too, as well as being threatened with expulsion from Hogwarts for defending himself from them. I thought a bit of a cuddle might be just the tonic. But it was as much for me as it was for him."