Once back in his bed after such a long absence, Hermione realized she'd missed being there. More than just thigh-trembling deviance took place between the ultra-soft luxurious linens. When their bodies were too tired for another round, the two of them stayed up talking about all manner of topics when she'd been there before. Despite their less-than-cordial school years together, they didn't have a terribly complicated past. Not like she did with her husband. It was easy to imagine what her life might've been like if he'd entered it sooner. Would she have married Antonin? Would Rodolphus still have gone through with his complicated plans? She could almost convince herself that life would've been much better.