Harry felt Hermione concede, Slowly, tentatively, he edged his energy towards hers ... then touched it as delicately as he was able. Outside of ritual this was ridiculously intimate. It was almost too tender to touch like this. Hermione made the briefest move to recoil, but Harry held her firm. She turned fully into his body and embrace, burrowed her head into the crook of his neck and just gave in to him. For a moment, it was the most wonderful feeling. Harry narrowed his perception of the world to just them, the space they inhabited on the couch ... a slim envelope of pure bliss.