Laying naked with her legs tangled up in the sheets, Hermione felt a sinking in her gut. It was dark outside, the time must have been at least one in the morning. Augustus lay next to her, asleep and snoring without a care in the world. Their physical exertions the previous morning and then again that evening had been tiring for his body that was still recovering. She glanced over at the man to witness a contented smile still spread across his lips. From the moment they first came together on his couch in front of the fireplace, he had been like his old self again.