She had to remind herself to take a breath when Rodolphus walked away with the rest of the Lestrange family. Antonin squeezed her hand, gently encouraging her to release her grip. When she did, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against his side and kissing her temple. She could feel her hands trembling. How was it possible that she used to be able to be alone with that horrible man and actually enjoy his presence?