So engrossed was she in her reading and her own horror that Hermione didn't even hear Antonin's footsteps. Only when his hands rested on her shoulders and he pressed his cheek against the side of her head did she even know she was no longer alone. Her research was making her too afraid to pay attention to her own surroundings. It was a fault she needed to remedy. Next time, it might not be her husband walking up behind her. She couldn't afford to forget for even a moment that she was in constant danger.