Harry's lips found their way to hers as his hands slid underneath her shirt. It was amazing, the effect that being able just to touch her skin had on him. She was so soft. But she wasn't fragile by any means; he knew how strong she could be. "Hermione..." he whispered as he pulled back, letting his eyes tell her what he wanted to do. He grasped her hand gently and led her the rest of the way over to his bed.