The door to the bedroom squeaked as it was gently pushed open. As soon as her husband realized that she was awake, he pushed it a little bit harder. Splashed across his weary countenance was his concern. Hermione felt her mortification all over again. Not only had she made a fool of herself, she'd made one of Antonin too. His transition to power wouldn't come easily after the previous day. If the roles were reversed, she would've imagined that she wouldn't want to be anywhere near him. Antonin, however, had different ideas. He crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed. Pushing her hair away from her forehead, he kissed the top of her head.