She sat on the sofa with her feet tucked underneath her next to her husband. In a show of possessiveness that no one could miss, Antonin's arm was draped around her shoulders, gently pulling her against him. Augustus sat in his favorite armchair trying, and failing, not to be made ill at ease by the display on the sofa. If his mind was traveling to the same place Hermione's was, he couldn't help but remember a few incidents on that very piece of furniture months earlier that would've made Antonin leery of sitting on it. She had to bite back an amused smirk at the thought.