Her shifting made Harry's breath catch briefly; all of his nerves were oversensitive now, but not in a bad way. He was going to move in a moment, soon, to settle more comfortably against her, when he summoned the energy to make his muscles move. Her hands were not helping with that particular effort, making him relax even further against her.
But slowly he got tired of his glasses digging into his nose, and felt the need to stretch his limbs before they got stiff from holding still after so much exertion. He pulled away just for a moment, long enough to stretch, and then settled against her side, his arms going around her again. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, vaguely searching for words in his mind, but he didn't seem to have any.