He pulled Hermione closer with almost imperceptible movements. Sally had been wheeling her around the gardens that afternoon and now she smelled like apricots and daisies. Harry wished he could feel her skin. Her face was close to his, but she was purposely holding her head in place away from his scarf-covered cheek, mindful of his own tender injuries. A few times she made to place her head on his shoulder, but seemed to lose courage at the last second. Harry winced at the unusual awkwardness between them.