Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. It was enough that they were touching and gathering strength from the other. Not for the first time in her life, Hermione wished that she'd been able to fall in love with her husband the way he had fallen for her. Their lives together would've been so much easier. Or, perhaps, it would've been more difficult considering the tasks they were often charged with completing. Not that it mattered. They would never know which was true.