Her husband's deep voice alone was almost enough to get her to throw caution to the wind. But, her good senses prevailed. Spinning around to see where her son still slept, all Hermione saw was a thick wall of smoke. When her eyes were closed and she was focused on nothing more than the feel of his lips and the touch of his fingertips, he'd been silently conjuring a privacy screen. She chuckled. Some of his tricks were old, yet effective.