A blinding light invaded the room, stirring Hermione from the abyss of sleep and causing her to blink back the sunlight and survey her surroundings. Swiping at her groggy, heavy lids, she craned her neck – still sore, but miraculously less so than before – and smiled at the beautiful blond god beside her. His limbs were tangled between hers and it took several long minutes of meticulous and quiet maneuvering to free herself from his embrace. Another smile crept up her lips at the thought of what brought them to this circumstance.