So he forced the memories aside and made his way through to his alchemy cell, smirking at the ashen remains of the bookcase-door, where it lay in splinters against the far wall, the singed pages of books which once adorned its shelves now covering it like confetti that someone had forgotten to throw at the wedding. Harry chuckled to himself as he looked at the carnage he'd helped cause. He didn't know why he found this all so hilarious ... he just did. It was the funniest thing. But Hermione would likely be horrified to learn she had damaged books with her carnal desires ... and that made Harry laugh harder, too! He rather hoped she wouldn't mind too much in this case, though, for in his opinion at least ... and he reckoned she'd agree ... destroying a bit of literature was well worth taking his virginity for.