It was a strange mix of relief and pain that went through him when he felt Hermione softening against him, one that was at least passing familiar by now - the feeling he got when he knew he shouldn't have been glad that he shared something this awful with her. But ... he was glad, very glad, that she was here with him. He shut his eyes and just kissed her, pushing one hand carefully up into her hair and making a blind attempt at setting the bottle on the hall table. That could wait a minute. Maybe a few minutes. It might not hurt to forget for a while, later.