Antonin was still home when she entered. Surprised to see her home so early, he smiled. An unexpected ache in Hermione's chest made her temporarily forget to breathe. How much simpler would their lives have been over the years if she could've loved her husband at least half as much as he loved her? It was a common regret she'd had over thirteen years of marriage. Likely she'd feel the same way until the day she died. In an odd burst of affection that would probably leave Antonin confused, she crossed the room to kiss him in greeting. Usually, he was the one who initiated any sort of physical affection.