And Harry was confident that Hermione would like him so much better down here, he was sure of it. This is where he was calm and could be playful if he wanted to, where no-one else would see that side of him. He'd gladly show it to Hermione, maybe see her playful side, too, and they could frolic together with reckless abandon. And he could look at her with unimpeded vision, drink her in with both his eyes ... for he had no scars in this plain, his wounds banished to another place entirely. And he was prettier, too, even if he said so himself. Hermione could have him all to herself, to do with as she pleased ... for they would be all alone.