It was a strange sensation. She felt Harry's hand on hers, then she felt his mind on hers, too. The feelings were strikingly similar. She would know his soft touch anywhere ... the contours of his fingers, the splay of his palm. His mind felt the same. But as it touched her own, she gasped breathily. It was intrusive, and invasive ... it seemed to catch at a point very deep in the centre of her. Harry might as well have shoved his hand down her knickers and flicked all his fingers at once. This sensation was in the same category as she imagined that bold move would be ... only a hundred times more intimate ... and she fell in love with it at once. She didn't resist it at all as he moved tentatively across her mind.