Harry clenched his fist, possessively hard, around the ring shards ... gripped so tight, in fact, that his whole forearm vibrated with his restless exuberance ... and then Harry began wildly fist-pumping in unrestrained triumph. Hermione made an odd sort of snort from the bedroom, as Harry broke out into a manic sort of jig of euphoric celebration, but she was just shifting in her sleep. She rolled fully onto her side, so that the delicious crack of her bare arse and the sexy curve of her lower back were now pointing directly at Harry. He grinned wickedly, licking his lips at the view.