His integrity assured, Harry smiled a dazzling smile at Hermione, one mostly shrouded to secret by his silk shawl, but still so aflame with love for her that it made Hermione’s knees shake violently as it fell on her body. She ached for Harry so much that it was starting to hurt her a little being out of reach of his arms. The next seven hours promised to the most trying form of delicious torture for her.