Her expression softened, and he rested his forehead against hers. Their breathing slowed. He cracked open his eyes to see hers were closed. Her scent enveloped them. She smelled like his body wash and shampoo. He took another deep inhale and grounded himself. He was so furious at her. Her reckless heroism was so typical of her bloody house patron. He cursed Godric Gryffindor. Gallant twat, that’s what he was.