She pushed aside the fears she was dwelling on when Antonin rolled over in bed to kiss her good morning. Their marriage was different in so many ways since she returned. How much of it was because she no longer drank the illegal potions that consumed her existence for so long? It was possible they would never know. When he showed he wasn't in the mood to escalate his advances, she settled down in the crook of his arm, her head on his chest. Neither of them spoke for several minutes, simply enjoyed being in the moment. Hermione couldn't imagine them doing something so simple and normal in the previous life they shared.