Ocean waves crashing against the rocks was a sound that Hermione was certain she would never tire of. Maybe she could convince her husband to run away with her to an island somewhere far away from their troubled homeland. It had been his suggestion once before. Thoughts of the vacation they spent in the Bermuda Triangle never failed to bring a flush to her cheeks. She wouldn't have minded recreating those days down to the very last detail. If that was her true desire, she didn't think it would take much persuasion to get Antonin to agree. He would do anything for her, including kill the Dark Lord.