Seconds later the door to the back garden opened and Antonin rushed inside. With his eyes focused solely on his wife, he crossed the space to take her into his arms. His kiss was heated enough that Thorfinn laughed and gave them privacy. Hermione didn't care. She would've done a great deal more than kiss with the other wizard still there in the room to witness it if her husband had been so inclined. Feeling his hands on her body and his lips against hers calmed her down more than anything, including her old potions, ever did. When she was no longer alone, she didn't feel afraid. Based on the manner in which he wished to prove to his wife that he was glad to see her, Antonin had been terribly afraid for days. She hated that he had to worry.