Harry's movements had brought them into a comfortable position and, with a slight readjustment of her hips, Hermione felt herself ready. She relaxed, waiting and eager, and Harry eased his head away as the realisation hit him, too. He looked at Hermione beneath him for a breathless moment, heartbeats paused between them, and Hermione could hear her pulse pounding in her ears. For a second she wildly thought that Harry might roll off of her at this final moment, afraid of the journey into her womanly abyss.