In an attempt to assuage her guilt and because she didn't know of any other way to distract her husband from his morose mood, Hermione set the bottle of fire whiskey down on a side table. Furrowing his brow in confusion at the act, Antonin hardly had time to react before her lips were pressed against his in a heated kiss. It didn't take him much encouragement to give in to the affection. They both needed a distraction, a tangible purpose. Even for just a short period of time, at least they knew what they could do to push aside the worries and fears of the day.