Somehow, even in the midst of her anger, she was able to drift off to sleep. The countryside was peaceful enough that it really shouldn't have been much of a surprise. She was startled awake by the feel of an arm being wrapped around her shoulders. Opening her eyes in sudden fear, she relaxed when she realized that arm belonged to Antonin. He was seated next to her in the grass, leaning his back up against the same trunk. Pleased that it wasn't an enemy intent to do her harm, Hermione laid her head on him and allowed his arm to pull her tighter to his body.