When Hermione reached the precipice he guided her over, thrusting only a few more times before he too lost himself. The rope that incessantly tugged at his insides simmered, her magic moulded with his, creating a whole new brand of power just below the surface of their skin. It was coming together in the best way possible, one that had their fates intertwined for life, their souls woven in a unique pattern only they could decipher.