Neither of them spoke for some time. They clung to one another, catching their breaths, their skin balmy as the chill of the night air took over again. As her heart rate slowed, Hermione was gradually becoming more aware of the forest, the sounds of the wind rattling through the evergreens and the owls hooting in the distance. Despite the many times their bodies had joined together now, the rituals were always intense, especially a ritual like this, performed in the Forbidden Forest under the spotlight of the full moon. There was something very primal about it.