The gentle touch of her hair forced Hermione's eyes open. Sunlight streamed through the window proving that it was already at least mid-morning. Her husband sat on the edge of the bed, already fully dressed with a smile on his lips. Thanks to his late night on Friday, they hadn't had the chance to actually speak since they comforted each other in the middle of the night. The desire to repeat their earlier actions warred with her practical sensibilities that they needed to not muddy the waters with anything physical again. Antonin greeted her with a gentle kiss to her lips.