Harry was looking so overcome with guilt that Hermione's heart bled at his distress. Of all the things that she knew about him, of all the darkness and pain she knew that he carried inside, to think that he could be loathing himself for going to such lengths for her pleasure ... that he blamed himself for a mistake on their wedding night ... it was a thousand kinds of wrong in Hermione's world. She had to soothe his agitation fast, before it became another addition to his dark, mental plains. She had to pull him back quickly ... before she lost him to his misery. She reached up and cupped his head gently.