Before this, before the first time they'd fallen, awkwardly, into this, Hermione really hadn't thought of how nice it was to stop thinking. She didn't advocate it often, but being able to stop worrying, stop going over things, stop remembering and just feel him, kiss him, it was a relief. More of a relief today than, maybe, it ever had been.
Hermione sighed under his touch, under his kisses, and her hands were busy trying to help strip away the rest of his clothes, eager to start being oblivious.