And they really did. A fortnight had passed since the venture into Glastonbury, since the discovery of Luna's abduction, along with who knew how many others. Harry could barely keep a lid on his insistent urge to race out and scour Britain for the culprits, and enact swift justice on them all. He knew, without doubt, that if Hermione hadn't been here to reign him in he would have done just that. He could almost convince himself that it was the sole reason that she was so keen to lock her lips to his so often, so as to keep him from leaving.