"Fuck..." he muttered into her neck, choked up and clinging to her, unable to believe that it was over and they were both all right, all stuffed to bursting with want and relief as her hands slid light over his back and sent shivers down his spine. "Want you," he mumbled against her skin. "Hermione." His hips ground against her, and suddenly there were too many layers of clothing between them and he itched to just sink himself into her. "Hermione. Want you."