Hermione could practically smell the end of her mission in sight and it was welcome. The longer she remained living in her former life, the more she feared that she wouldn't be able to leave again. Every day her world grew just a little more complicated. Antonin certainly wasn't helping. His care and concern for her was only making her stay more difficult. She thought it strange that she almost longed for the days when they fought over every little tiny thing in their lives instead of the cool peace that existed between them.