until some distant portion of her could coil about Hermione. The pressure was a constant stream of powerful emotion that wicked and sat back on haunches waiting to dig in. She ploughed ahead with all her energy focused deep along the Curse-Mark of Hermione's arm and sideways-split to soothe at burning skin. She was heated just like always and forever, an Ever-Flame beneath her skin and burning with the energy of hidden memories. It wasn't painful (far from it), but it was foreign, it was