Giving in to their primal instincts had been enjoyable, to say the least, but she still worried in the light of day that she had only managed to make their unusual, tense situation so much worse. Sex complicated everything. Even in the strongest of relationships where nothing except for a happy, fulfilling future loomed ahead, adding in the additional element of physical pleasure presented new challenges. In their, for lack of a better term, relationship she was concerned that what had already been confusing would only become more so. There wasn't love between them. She wasn't even certain that she had the capacity to love anyone ever again. Not after the end of her relationship with Augustus. Though Sarah might have insisted that there was a warped sense of love for her husband, Hermione wasn't sure that counted. Respect, admiration, and a healthy dose of fear wasn't exactly what the sappy poems were written about.