Hermione was all knowing. She knew nearly every wizarding textbook by heart, committing each and every one of them to memory. It was a bit psychotic and obsessive compulsive, but it was most definitely who she was.
Hermione hugged him appreciatively, and pressed her face into his shoulder as he spun her about, causing her to clutch onto him even tighter. Oh dear. Dizzy. Hermione staggered when he placed her back down, and stumbled backwards at the effect of the kiss.
Hands clutched at his shoulders to keep herself steady, and she fell forwards a bit when he pulled away, letting her head press against his chest so she wouldn't completely fall on her arse. "Well, you're welcome."