Her eyes were piercing as she stared into the deepest parts of him, as if reading his soul word for word, thought for thought. His blood was tucked away in her body, protected by the warmth and fierceness of her being. A part of Hermione, the purest and cleverest of witches, was similarly shielded in him. And gods be damned, he’d fight tooth and nail to keep her out of harm's way.