With her hands free, she shifts in the armchair - notices with some pleasure that it's a fairly large one, because she can curl herself up in it properly, so really this room begs to be a reading room - and comes to rest her cheek on one of the armrests so she can read over shoulder better.

It may feel like she's draped over his shoulders like a scarf, her knees on one side of his head, toes tucked into the space between armrest and seat cushion. It may feel like that because she's left her hand where it was, between idly toying with his hair and idly rubbing the nape of his neck.

"That would be for sure something to include, but Harry - I'm talking about Dumbledore's Army specifically. You have taught students defensive charms back when Umbridge wasn't allowing it, and it should not have been up to you to teach that sort of thing but you did it so well regardless. Oh, include that fact that you can encourage students to persevere, and you like helping them thrive or achieve their potential."

She looks at him now, noticing finally that she's sprawled with her face very close to his face, and is rendered speechless by how utterly beautiful his eyes are.

Christ, Hermione. Get a hold of yourself.

"Any other thoughts?"