It was most unlike her husband to say such things. Especially out loud and in public. He might have been whispering, but there were ears everywhere. Hermione had no idea he felt that way. She'd assumed, like so many others, that he wanted nothing more than to be the next Dark Lord. Had she misunderstood his desires? Sliding his hand through her curls, Antonin pressed his lips against hers, not once caring that there might be an audience.