Once the spells were removed, Hermione opened the door slowly to the bedroom. No movement on the bed proved her efforts were not in vain. To put her husband's mind at ease when he woke up in the morning, she pulled the door leading out to the corridor closed. She still found it amusing that a man who was perpetually cold thanks to well over a decade in Azkaban could be so afraid of dying in a fire. In her warped mind, she would think that would be how he'd want to go. At least then he wouldn't be cold. But, she supposed irrational fears were just that - irrational. She had more than enough of her own to worry about someone else's.