His chuckle made her smile again. If she ignored the screaming in the back of her mind that she was in danger and this wouldn't last, she could almost imagine that no time had passed since the days when she used to sneak out of her teacher's house, long before they were married, to meet Augustus for a clandestine meeting at The Three Broomsticks or The Leaky Cauldron or one of a dozen other little inns they liked. There had been whole weekends spent entirely in bed. Not just for sleeping or for more pleasurable activities, but for long, deep conversations that she cherished.