He only nodded his head and continued to write. Whatever he was doing must have been important. Hermione so rarely saw him set his mind to anything productive for very long. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she stepped behind the man to press her chest against his back and run her hands up and down his arms. When a kiss to the spot of flesh just behind his ear didn't break his concentration, she huffed. It was a petulant gesture that only served to accentuate how much younger than him she really was, but she didn't care. She wasn't used to being ignored. At least not by him. Antonin could spend an entire day in the same room with her and not even realize she was there. She was used to being able to distract Augustus just by sitting within his eyesight.