It was always a relief, probably more than it should have been, to feel her really start to respond. He had always felt that way about Hermione relaxing, actually, thinking back nearly to their first year together. Now it was just ... impossibly magnified. He finally got around to kicking his shoes off, sending them over the side with the other items they were both pulling off. A minute later he arched against her, sliding his hand under her side, beneath her shoulder, and kissed her deeply, planting a knee in the mattress and nudging her onto her back.