There had been no other kisses up until that point beyond polite, chaste ones to her cheek in greetings or farewells. Though it was certainly never stated outright, Hermione knew there was a mild jealousy on Antonin's part where he was concerned. In all of the time that she lived in her teacher's home learning everything he had to teach her, he'd never once made demands on her body. Not even when it was clear he would not only not kick her out of his bed, but gladly welcome her into it. The frequency with which her protector and friend casually dropped by Antonin's house to sip tea in the kitchen with his prized student was an annoyance he didn't try to hide. To offer the proper amount of respect due the master of the house, there had been nothing beyond the most innocent of touches.