It was holding each other chest to chest and letting the steaming water flood over their heads. Questions like "are you okay?’ wanted desperately to leave Hermione's mouth, even though she knew what the answer would be. She wanted to know too, what this meant for them. But it was not the time for questions, so she let the silence pervade until it was a comfortable cushion. Words didn’t have to be exchanged, no niceties were necessary. They stayed in the shower for a long time, with her head on his chest, his hand resting firmly, possessively clutching her head against him as the steaming water poured over them. 