She watched the wizard cross his living room completely naked. What had once been a sight that she enjoyed seeing only made her stomach twist and turn. Not wishing to be there when he returned to the room, Hermione sat up to put her own clothes back on. She was embarrassed that she allowed her guard down even for a moment. As she was picking her discarded jumper off of the floor, she heard a distinctive vibrating sound coming from Draco's trousers. Though she knew it was wrong to dig in another person's pockets, her curiosity got the better of her. She slipped her hand in one of the front pockets, removing a small silver compact mirror as she did. Exactly like Antonin's, she had the gnawing feeling that it wasn't a coincidence. Confused and hoping she was wrong, she opened the mirror to see her husband's face looking back at hers.