Silence
Harry thought the best part about Hermione was her silences.
No, no that sounds wrong… the way Hermione knew how to place her silences- there, that's better.
In contrast to her constant chatter, the moments when she'd just stop and hold him… they were magical. That's not to say he didn't love her talk and fuss, it made him feel loved and cared for, but there were moments when it just came too much and he couldn't breathe and wouldn't she just leave him alone?
And she did. Sort of. She sat down next to him, put his head in her lap and just ran her fingers through his hair, until his thoughts disappeared into a relaxing sea of nothingness.
In the deafening bustle of the Dursley household, his cupboard had been his safe haven of silence. He'd never thought he'd find somewhere that made him feel safer.
He had.